Winter Haikus

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