Wet Snow: a haiga sequence

old silk threads  new caterpillars  of snow

day owl

the pond’s island
of ice

a dog in the valley
adds its voice

The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens…

ice falling from the trees  over here

a stump-water pool
glassy with ice

Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.

porcupine napping
on the latrine

in a cold cloud
trees and all

When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.

shadows
of witness trees

Over the past year since St. Valentine betrayed me, I’ve shed four stone walking it off.