Whether Report

A dusting of no. 
Forecast: more of same—or less.
My steps salty, still. 

Living Room Haiku

Air plant—bouffant coif. 
Five paperwhites—tourist group.
The table? Town green. 

January 15

Mid-January, 
the balance tipped toward fear.
My tea, though, like grass.

Urban Haiku

Winter walk to work, 
listening to a novel.
Death at a stop sign. 

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Salt on the sidewalk, 
paw raised in the icy air.
Emergent silence.

New Year

Through the car window,
fireworks seed 
the frozen night.