Light Rain on Snow Fields
Mist Rising December is
Restless Before Sleep
Category: Snow
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Even as Winter
Blurs My Summer Memories
The Sun Still Shines
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The Mountain’s Secrets
Only Partly Revealed By
Time, Love and Patience
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Through Storms End, Deep Snow,
To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
All Through the WinterA Quacking, Flapping
Urgency of Ducks rises, flees.
The Red-Tailed Hawk StaysHe Makes Eye Contact
A Glance Over His Shoulder
And Tail Feathers ShakeHe Raises His Wings
As If Stretching and Rises,
Floating Into AirEffortless, He Glides
By, Holding My Eye, Watching
Silent, Moving, StillOne Circle, Then Two
I am appraised. He is not
Afraid or ImpressedSo He Turns His Head
And Slides Away, Mystery
Above the Deep Snow -
Urban Interstate
Sunrise, All Power Poles, and
Concrete and Motion -
For Michele, On Her Birthday
About Now, Each Year,
Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
It Says “Late Winter”But I am Thinking
Early Spring, Listening for
The Crane’s First CallingSeeking the First Buds
On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
Day’s Green Potential -
Snow Falls Like Dreaming
Talking to Myself, Believing
Not a Single Word
A Year in Haiku 