Haiku- Winter 2019/2020

fresh falling snow,

I pass on all that's been said

during the newscast

brief solstice sunshine,

the full taste of cinnamon

mixed in with a yawn

endless stars endless

seconds that come and go-

what new year

new year's day snow melt-

storm drains filling up

with worn nostalgia

gray sky on gray skies-

textures of road salt

corners of ice

an entire month

and only these syllables-

february