Haiku- Winter 2017/18

sitting so low,

sun in a cold as wide

as everyday blue

coffee break,

my head murmuring

silent snowfall

snowflake-

I should be so

accepting

half moon

rabbit tos and fros 

with its shadow

winter solstice,

hours on the highway

sloped with sunset

holiday marangue

but black coffee has its own

vocubulary

new years snowfall-

the white space between

what's remembered

back in the office,

my glasses slowly falling

asleep down my nose

full moon

the grand entry

of silence


snow day
this nuthatch at the feeder
all to himself

ice fishermen

patiently holding out

for a bite of life

february thaw-

brown paper bag

mired with last autumn