for a moment
a crystal snowflake rests
on her woollen glove
children laugh and shout
catching snowflakes in their mouths
the taste of winter
in the wind – dancing
white dervishes fill the sky
whirling snowflakes
G.s.k. ‘16
Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana (snowflakes)
little straw mat–
the cat comes with a coat
of snowflakes
snowflakes flitting down–
a winter solstice
celebration
© Kobayashi Issa
snowflakes
cover the red roses
on a new grave
© Chèvrefeuille
falling gently
snowflakes
fragile beauty
© Chèvrefeuille
Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
All three are lovely, cara but of course I can taste the lightness and wetness of the second haiku:)
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🙂 and I can only remember the sensation from my youth. Thanks Cheryl-Lynn.
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I still do it sometimes like it or not since I talk so much when I am outside it is bound to fall on my tongue 😉 I thought of you listening to the news yesterday…Alaska at minus 48 had a shaky scare (earthquake) although no damages.
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Ah … the news form the North! Thanks sounds more or less how I remember it .. shaky cold 😉
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They were all very nice, but I liked the “taste of winter” best. 😊
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🙂 thanks for dropping by!
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Little dervishes … nice! 😀
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Glad you liked that one .. 🙂
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🙂
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That first haiku says it all…..utter truth.
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True … a snowflake is so delicate and ephemeral.
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I love dervishes and compraing them to snowflkes is brilliant!
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love them too and when I was writing the post I remembered a video I’d seen of whirling dervishes dressed all in white …
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🙂
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Oh, a joy-filled snow day!
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My childhood mind was remembering how I used to love snow.
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