gnarled fingers
above the snow ̶
praying or scolding

This haiku was created on the basis of a photograph taken during the last deep snow in the vineyards of my childhood. Ever since I remember, the trunks of the vines have reminded me of gnarled hands. This particular hill was teeming with produce and beautiful wooden vineyard huts. Today it is either unkempt or the land is used for other purposes. The old huts are left to the ravages of time.
When I saw those withered vines, my first thought was they were praying for mercy, then, perhaps they were warning those who had neglected them …

Katarina Zadrija