The Drift Not Chosen

Two routes hidden by white snow drifted, And aware I could not beat or heat And as I was alone, I waited And figure-8 scanned it not skated To the point where drift met the dark street;   Then scanned back towards less blanketed grass, And guessing perhaps the better way, Because the soil absorbs…

Low Vision Haiku

Sometimes small things happen and I want to note them, but it’s not something I’d write a whole blog post about. So how about a haiku for short thoughts? Dive in and give your neurons a challenge with some (obviously amateur) poetry. Enjoy. Got no glare on the screen when you are listening. Thank you,…