quiet, said midnight.
i’m listening for breaking dawn.
ears to the cold ground.
Haikus
high hopes
the wet sloppiness
of a thawing winter snow
clogs the highest hopes.
rolling resistance
the quiet corner
where the year pauses and ends,
yawns and rolls over.
hot heart cold hearth
spitting crackling fire.
hot in the hearth of my home.
thaw my ice cold heart.
dark night
sun on a low swing.
taking a long siesta.
the igloo now dark.
christmas kisses
ho ho ho santa.
i see you’ve brought the white snow
and the mistletoe.