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Ice Dams Haiku

beneath icicles
tibetan prayer flags flutter
in the winter sun

cold enough to kill
city lights shine in the dark
a dangerous jewel

at last the blessed
darkness comes and covers us
in its warm embrace

cold enough for coats
big round moon in the pale sky
I trudge up the hill

one scarlet leaf
on the grey steps
among the bronze-brown litter
of the oaks

Frances Donovan

how you move the trees
and make a music in their leaves
that eases me

last swim of summer
cold like needles on the skin
but the waves buoy me

full moon’s reflection
glimmers a path on the dark
waters of the pond

sunny open field
soft, cool air of late summer
and the maple’s shade

bare feet in the grass
daily constitutional
sans electronics

indescribable
the pleasure that comes from just
a moment outside

the cardinal rule
of subway travel is this:
don’t make eye contact