Lake Erie and Cleveland, Winter 2014, Sam Hubish
Winter Haiku
Against a white sky
silhouettes of skeletons:
barren winter trees
November roses
the last late blooms of summer–
wistful memories.
(Mary replies:
Those wistful roses
still blooming in November:
I think they’re plastic.)
Against the blue sky
dusting of snow on branches
Harbinger of spring
Winter city wind–
I walk past an iron grate
Ah, the sudden warmth.
bare winter branches
snow paints the sky
in swirls of white
A mat of snow on
a hollow tree–
A pair of eyes look out.
Smoke,
a perfect corkscrew
Reminds me of wine.
Old leaves, new love
So soon the winter snowfall
Good time to stay indoors.
Frost on the window,
my feet cold on wooden floors:
Memories of you.
Winter evening
river of lights flows slowly;
rain against windshield.
In winter darkness
christmas lights in red and blue
glitter on the snow
Early morning
a gust of cold air:
I dress beneath the quilt
~ Geoffrey A. Landis