slo-mo
taking time to watch
November dawn lights up trees
one by one, dead leaves
unyielding horizon
following winter solstice
barely bearable December darkness
for hours before dawn each day
I stare at the unyielding eastern horizon
silently I stare into the night
silently demanding light
my sun, my love, slowly surfaces
has kept me waiting
November dawn lights up trees
one by one, dead leaves
unyielding horizon
following winter solstice
barely bearable December darkness
for hours before dawn each day
I stare at the unyielding eastern horizon
silently I stare into the night
silently demanding light
my sun, my love, slowly surfaces
has kept me waiting
with no apologies
winter is too stingy with its sunlight
sitting in the dark
waiting impatiently for
January dawn
the saying goes . . .
they're great a short time
more than three days and they stink
fish, guests, and winter
winter stampede
winter woods
orange flames flicker
fireplace glows, feet snuggly warm
hold me 'til summer
picture window sunbathing
no matter my wishes
January mornings
still frigid
winter sloth
haiku for a January morning
winter haiku
doesn't deserve a full
seventeen syllables
writer's ice block
too cold for haiku
January won't yield
these three lines fall short
Burpee's, packet of Hope
to survive winter
I count on next summer's joys
watermelon seeds
the bright side
shoveling my driveway
for the sixth day in a row
no mosquitoes yet
winter is too stingy with its sunlight
sitting in the dark
waiting impatiently for
January dawn
the saying goes . . .
they're great a short time
more than three days and they stink
fish, guests, and winter
winter stampede
bread, milk, eggs, water
panicked shoppers clear the shelves
rumors of snow storm
winter woods
orange flames flicker
fireplace glows, feet snuggly warm
hold me 'til summer
picture window sunbathing
Summer's sun warms me,
brightens my day, though it's just
Winter's, in disguise
cold winterno matter my wishes
January mornings
still frigid
winter sloth
exercise calls me
"Let's play in the warm sunbeam!"
almost convincing
out of season
yen for fresh peaches
Christmas cactus flower blooms
small consolation
out of season
yen for fresh peaches
Christmas cactus flower blooms
small consolation
haiku for a January morning
winter haiku
doesn't deserve a full
seventeen syllables
too cold for haiku
January won't yield
these three lines fall short
Burpee's, packet of Hope
to survive winter
I count on next summer's joys
watermelon seeds
the bright side
shoveling my driveway
for the sixth day in a row
no mosquitoes yet
courtship
February skies
gray, gray, cold, bold, frigid gray
yet... birds, pairing off
