December 1 (Two Haiku)

December one rain

barely mist on entering

the holiday room

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Thank you for the gift

this dark candlelit cradle

in which to knead bread

Forecast

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

Warmth

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

Rule

In February, 
you must love a spring-like day, 
ignore the cold pleas. 

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. 

Mid-December Haiku

The end of the year.
“Red light, green light” comes to mind.
A kids’ game. Stop. Glow.

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Senses mark the days.
Rosemary, salt, marble, pine—
which smelled, tasted, felt?

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Child's crayon drawing:
red cardinal, snowy bough.
That old novice dream.