The ice dam cometh
water pours into my house
my badge of honor.
(This isn’t my house, and I have no leaks so far – <knocking on wood>)
Time for a new series – nothing extreme, just a bit of frivolity to entice my muse’s return. Each night, I’ll post a haiku about snow, until the last bit of it departs from my yard. Or until I run out of things to say. Whichever comes first. My guess is I won’t see the ground for a couple of months. Oh well…I love a challenge!