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Tag: winter

The colored world wakes up

After so much time time in the city, finally got to breath some country air and walk through the woods. No matter that it was in ~12 inches of snow. It was 61 degrees! Wonderful. I saw two pileated woodpeckers(!), some green shoots growing in a puddle of snow melt, and the most amazingly blue sky I can remember. When I got home there was a torrent of starlings in the trees behind my mom’s house all talking about the weather. They are an invasive species, but that isn’t their fault.

The green like jewel shoots under a
sapphiric blue sky blasted away
the numbing white noise of winter


Two haiku about the winter wind

I think everyone north of the Mason Dixon line has been very cold this week.

On epiphany
a devouring winter wind
is the city’s gift

Fire-warmed voices
talking about the smell of
the sea’s salty air

Three haiku about the sunrise

I don’t know, I have been writing more haiku lately.

Blue, yellow, and pink
I never knew that sunlight
Could be so fragile

you winter-beaten city
your nerves are exposed

After a cold night
Happy to see the kestrel
Lit by the sunrise

Two haiku

spring-born maple tree
struggles to hold his own now
that winter is here

the sweet taste of bread
on the cold walk home from church
lingers in my mind

Two winter haiku

pigeons overhead
flying straight as chariots
of the winter sun

all alone at night
I still have the memory
of dogwood blossoms

The way a crow
shook down on me
the dust of snow
from a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
a change of mood
and saved some part
of a day I had rued.
~robert frost