Winter Haikus
Z Chute
I.
Snow slips down my face
when would I ever freeze from
gentle icicles?
II.
Icicles hanging
from everything it seems
like those hanging bats
III.
Frosty firs shrouded
by winter’s hurtling ice stars
or that frigid mist
IV.
I think that spinning
snowflakes write their own haikus
but I guess I tried
V.
Is that frozen air
or exhaled cigarette smoke
chilled and gray and stale?
VI.
I think the blanket
of powdered droplets fallen
are the silent seas
VII.
Should have been a fox
scuttling across bare ice fields
only to be warm
VIII.
It seems brighter than
summer, the all sunny blues,
a world of diamonds
IX.
Skidding around town
on skis or cars or plain shoes
now more than ever
