leafy muck visible through each reflected trunk
Category: haiku
way out on the ice
some small dead thing with its attendant crow
“No Swimming”
meltwater shimmers atop the ice
the wooden footbridge
connecting the snowy streambanks is already green
the dead oak
has sprouted fat icicles where it spans the spring
early spring creek
icicles get wavier as they near the water
spring snow
forty blackbirds gurgle & creak in the ash tree
their calls must’ve changed
no hint of Canada now in these local geese
such a presence
the snow all around is flecked with black
dead sharp-shinned hawk
only its inner eyelids have fallen shut
the long shadows
move silently where horses once paced
fleshy leaves
ideal for the indoor desert face the snow
