haiku

snowflakes riding the wind--some mounted on empty catkinsfrom the willow

quiet nightdisturbed only by the ringingin my ears

oh, to lack fear,to once again be childlike --bold, adventuresome

early Styx --i like II, Equinox, Crystal Ball,but others I've missed

beside the highwaytwo deer eat brown grasswhere snow used to be

Spring riverfinds some of Winter's iceharder to swallow

Spring dusts my world with snowlike a baker hidingimperfections

early Spring bringswarm damp days that stimulate wormsto aerate the soil

orange cat observesas Spring's first robinbounces around the yard

starlings foragein the front yardwhere the tulips will be

the wind whistlesa vaguely familiar tunemy phone can't identify

A nation bowsbefore its leader, as if to say,"Rape me again."

i shall nevertruly see the moon -- even fullit's only half

little black houseflybuzzing and bumping the ceiling and walls --Spring must be near

natural pond--catfish scavenge for foodlay eggs in crevices

disturbing memoriesof days in San Antoniowhen moths attacked

cold morningswrapped in a blanketdreaming of coffee

i didn't like licoriceas a kid -- it grew on melike bourbon

lying on the groundi feel the earthwormsaerating the soil

fat squirrelon the porch eating rock salt--a crow caws