A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for cold

Late March

Bright, cold, windy day
Air crisp as an icicle
Out like a lion!



A flower’s embrace:
Sepals clasping petals close
Outwaiting the cold.

Cold Morning IV

Cold day in late March
Snowflakes mingle with light rain
Indian winter.

Southern Exposure

On a long drive south
The earth sheds a coat of snow
Every hundred miles.


Cold winter evening
A man lights a cigarette
To make the bus come.

This actually “works” surprisingly often…

Cold Morning III

Bright winter morning
The year’s coldest day so far
Breath casts a shadow.

Windy Day II

Gusts of bitter wind
Plastic bags and paper towels
Fly like startled birds.