haiku | a night kitchen

[rain]

March 5, 2011 § 5 Comments

Afternoon
watching the trees drift westward
through the rain

Birthday:
rain washing the morning clean

far to the south
the catbirds starting to fly

even the sun not enough
to thaw my skin
still I love it

Snow on the mountain —
more beautiful the farther from home I get

Morning snowfall —
shovel scrapes
making a path:
useless

flock of crows overhead —
snow stops a moment

Not enough footsteps on the snow to clear a good path —
take the road

Home from the parade
the candy they threw
still in my pocket

even in December —
the sun on the back of my neck