24 Apr 2013 Neil E. Das the wind spitting snow – A haiku for the cold, flooding spring, with a nod to T.S. Eliot the wind spitting snow, the rivers spilling woe; this april’s the cruellest Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading… Related