Frost bites memory.
White, uneven, tiny, thorns:
prick or numb a past.

Frost makes my ears numb.
Little, whittle, apathy,
slippery disgrace.

Frosty trace glacé,
unlace dispensable chase.
Frosty, nasty phase.

Beautiful, proud frost:
thin sheen needles glistened bright,
pure white against gloom.

Frosty coldness nips.
An Oriental sloped nose sniffs:
hidden cold beauty.

Frost yields quietness,
Undisturbed sleeping nature,
Untouched frozen heart.

Frost can harm the plants.
Frost can kill and damage crops.
Unforgiven frost.

When touching the frost,
frozen unforgiving costs:
unpeaceful, cold heart.

Stepping in the frost,
Crunchy, slippery steps go,
Cautious, wise heart beats.

You can be frosty,
Freeze the worthless offenders.
Warm up with kindness.

Frosty tiny heart,
Fizzle, prickle, brittle ice.
Honest eyes unfroze.

~ Angelica Hopes, haiku

Photography and Text © Ana Angelica Abaya van Doorn 2017



Poet, author, novelist, Italian-English translator, ghost writer, lovingly dedicated to my husband and three daughters, a foreign language enthusiast, a piano and English tutor, a domestic violence counsellor and a wanderlust.

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