Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
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Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Tag Archives: seasons
Hint of spring
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
Cold snap
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Rain
Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Stiff spring breeze
Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Early daffodils
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
Daylight savings spring ahead
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Tapping maples
Stark trees hide flowing
sap like a dormant love that
awakens in spring.
Almost spring
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
Longest night of the year
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
a haiku a day 