In the coldest of winter,
The song of the bird is silenced,
yet the nest remains waiting.
Haiku poems are powerful, so little word, so much meaning. Traditionally dealing with nature, three lines, five words, then seven, then five more. Challenging but really but right to the point. Just the way I like it!
I took this photo in Arizona while visiting my parents. This little fella was high in an entry way. I could stretch my arms no further, but I think it turned out just fine.