cold enough to kill
city lights shine in the dark
a dangerous jewel
The Lesson of Winter is Perseverance
against bare branches
and the crust of snow
red berries still hang,
saying, “persevere”
the wind stops burning
I feel sun on the face
one moment, then another
March Haiu: Ares Winds
march like a song, sad sigh
sun beats from the cloudless sky
dry sinus, cold hands
Garden of Words 