

3 WINTER HAIKU
Winter ice on trees
glitters like festive tinsel
under morning sun
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When days are shorter
fiercely blows the winter wind
piling snow in drifts
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Frigid air on skin
Persistent chill burrows deep
Winter wet and cold
A natural/found diptych.
…from my life in dreams.
The beat of the
windshield wipers begins
and holds steady
as the dark clouds
of the worlds concert hall
slowly open
to the rhythm of the rain.
Passing headlights
provide the light show
joined with
the whoosh and hum,
a tire chorus
on wet pavement.
Spring’s early morning
experimental symphony.