midafternoon slant
of light in the pale blue sky
vanilla and ice
Bright, Cold December Day Haiku
midafternoon slant
of light in the pale blue sky
vanilla and ice
midafternoon slant
of light in the pale blue sky
vanilla and ice
a warm, yeasty smell
from the bakery hovers
in the cold, dry air
Today, the first snow of the winter came whispering down. In cold weather, smells don’t carry as well. Winter brings with it a different kind of beauty made of solitude, clarity, and dreams in the dark. Here’s a moment from warmer days to dream of:
After dark in the park
the feathery larch
smells me her secrets
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
sunlight slants at three
cold frames on the planting beds
Samhain on its way
Image credit: Ofer El-Hashahar via Flickr, cc 2.0
white cherry blossoms
before a broken tree —
winter’s distant artifact
beneath icicles
tibetan prayer flags flutter
in the winter sun
cold enough to kill
city lights shine in the dark
a dangerous jewel