Icy Haikus
A field of white grass
as if a star had fallen
and burst its belly.
Stuck on a stone bench
where the new frost has glued me.
I am becoming stone.
Here comes a moorhen
to make scratches on the ice.
Hot peach tea, anyone?
This train is cancelled
due to a frozen driver.
Wife menstruating.
I just started my artistic journey about a year ago just to get out of my left brain. Your field reminds me of the impressionists. I began to learn how to use watercolors by learning from the masters and committed myself to "1000 days of Monet." Looking forward to seeing more of your creativity.