Summer is golden
butterscotch, January
skim milk, thin weak pale.
Winter sun
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House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
Overlooked
Forgotten summer
umbrella aged by winter’s
wig of heavy snow.
Paleo
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
San Diego
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Hint of spring
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
Ocean waves
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
Cold snap
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
a haiku a day 