Haikus Written in Russia but not in Russian (Winter)

The park across the street from our Moscow apartment is my haven, a place of solitude and natural beauty in the midst of one of the largest cities in the world.  I described it in a posting called Natural Magic last May, then again in photos and poetry in "Haikus Written in Russia but not in Russian (Autumn)."
The yellow, autumn leaves are now brown and hidden under snow, the ducks have changed their address to "Somewhere Warm," and the blue waters have transformed into glistening whiteness.  Please come along with me for another walk in the woods.

     dimpled waters dance

      upon twinkled toes to an

   orchestra of wind

merry berries hang

from barren winter branches

red cheeks all aglow

 

yellow richness, you

call temptingly to me in 

joyful stickiness.

(Note - the letters on the yellow barrel, MED, spell "honey" in Russian)

icy shoreline now

deserted by fishermen

breathes in solitude

alight and refresh

in the fullness of morning

sunshine on feathers

                                                chalky Russian birch

                                                sentinel of the forest

                                               point my path towards home

Haikus © Twylla Alexander 2010