From this morning’s walk, an exercise in extreme minimalism. White oak (Quercus alba) is named for its pale bark.
I’m not sure it’s possible for a haiku to get this short without relying on some kind of double meaning. Snow White works for me as a resonance here both because of the fairy-tale quality of a wet snowfall and because the trees are in a kind of deathless coma.
I’m hoping that the self-reflexivity of type that’s white than the snow rescues the text-image combo from humdrum literalism.