Mountain Roared / Roads Glisten (Haiku)

then the mountain roared:
flames of snow burn the forest
and the farmlands, too

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the roads glisten
where the silver dragon hissed –
fog on the mountain

Linked to Carpe Diem Special #119: Tomas Tranströmer’s “a wild boar plays the organ”.  Our task was to write a haiku that has the feel of a fairy tale.  Here is Tranströmer’s haiku:

then the leaves whispered:
a wild boar plays the organ.
and the bells all rang

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Feeling a bit tired and loopy after traveling all day over treacherous roads.  Hopefully this makes sense. Pix are a bit blurry but I like the eerie feel. If you’ve been reading my haibun lately they’ve mentioned Route 30 / Lincoln Highway – finally seen in these photos.

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