Haiku Poem: Singing in Winter Silence

Winter’s silent mist

Rises from the barren ground.

Chirp! Chirp! A sweet bliss.

In this haiku, winter’s silent breaks from the sound of a bird chirping. It’s a pleasant change. A sweet bliss.

I remember as a child walking to the school bus stop in the quiet mist through the hard, barren ground. Then hearing a bird chirp in the early morning. It was a nice surprise considering winter was far from being over.