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
Snow Farm Haiku
april, the snow farm
still boasts mountains ten feet high
will they ever melt?
March Haiku – Dirty Snow
as the snow recedes
who will clean up all the dirt?
will the rains do it?
March Haiku – In Need of Snowshoes
the snow in the woods
keeps me on the sidewalk
but the birds are back
March Jagged Snow Haiku
mountain of snow starts
to melt in jagged edges
and the sun’s too bright
Snow Days
To break a new path through the wordless white
To be alive, heart pumping in the season of death
To be outside and free when others cower indoors
To see and feel and hear and smell what cannot be captured by a camera
The gifts of winter are like the gifts of madness: solitary, irreplaceable, precious in their rarity.
January Haiku: Woods Under Snow
deep snow on the trail
spreads the ground under dark bark
winter. silence. here.
Garden of Words 