Forecast

Awaiting March snow
winter’s first real storm (or not) 
branches breathe in buds

Acceptance (Two Haiku)

All I can see now,
light glimpsed through slats of fence. 
No, all I can say.

*

Still: even so. Still:
after all this time. And still:
spring snow silent, still. 

Warmth

Six days left till spring, 
first fire of winter burning, 
one coming, one here.

DST

Daylight savings dusk
the open end of a flask
pouring blue gold light

March 4

Mom died on the 4th,
held in her children’s embrace, 
and for nine months since.