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And Now He’s Dead Haiku

little puffy clouds
in the wide, perfect blue sky
mock my grieving heart

under hazy sun
I break trail over the fresh snow
while the birds twitter

in-breath, the nose burns
out-breath, the nose also burns
but my coat is warm

the clouds part, and then
this opening at Imbolc
carries me to March

sun slants over snow
dyed vanilla by the light
of mid afternoon

what a difference
an extra hour of sun
creates within

a flash of red wings
sudden against the gray sky
buoys my winter heart

sunlight slants at three
cold frames on the planting beds
Samhain on its way

Image credit: Ofer El-Hashahar via Flickr, cc 2.0

sun low at seven
summer’s last honeysuckle
sweet in this moment

cool breath of the trees
pulls me into shade beyond
the hot July sun

in the breathless woods
wind blows in the tops of trees
and rustles their leaves