Haiku 12.31

Grey clouds and cold rain
nipping at fingertips, we
wait for something new.

Haiku 11.16

frantic swirling yellow
and insolently red leaves
bite at the air

Familiar streets look
changed, as if seen in a dream.
Was my life here real?

Snow melted to wet
sidewalks and muddy top soil —
seed racks in the store.

Ice capped daffodils
fooled by a late winter taunt;
evergreens glisten.

A white and gray cat,
hungry at the back door, runs
from a reaching hand.

Large, gentle snowflakes
melt on coffeeshop sidewalks.
Mugs steam with white froth.

Gold brushes across
harsh winter skylines –batiks
paint rose light on tile.

Ice caterwauls through
streets — warm purring finds safety
under the blankets.

Night horizons clasp
shut — moonflowers ghostly white
in the dark gardens