Haikus from February

Tree branches frozen,
Encased in a crystal sleeve
Like the Snow Queen’s wand.

The afternoon moon
still among cumulous drifts,
mottled white cloud-like.

She sings wordless songs
of adventure and nature
things only she knows

The last stubborn snow
Persists in fifty degrees
Unmeltingly solid.

Persistent snow drift
Every day a little less
melting into March

Sycamore limbs stretch
Spreading to full potential
given space and time

Quiet and busy
toilet paper on the floor
A roll strewn with joy.

Urban park mural
So bright on a winter’s day
punchy, popping hues

Weary yet hopeful
Welcome to the human race
Solidarity