haiku 198

winter’s frosty breath

warns us that we’re very close

to her frosty bite

–photo by me

fair deal

when winter seems to go on and on,

and there is no light to be seen

at the end of the proverbial tunnel,

remember that once we get thru

this bleak, colorless piece of road,

we will find ourselves poised on

the edge of a much longer stretch

that includes fragrant spring flowers,

those long and lazy days of summer,

and the colorful beauty of autumn–

and that’s a pretty fair deal.

–photo by me

winter hours (shadorma)

note to all:

due to the season’s

short days and

lack of light,

nature’s art will be seen in

mostly black and white

–photo by me

old man winter

winter’s an old man, they say

with pale, flaky skin

silver patches in his hair

and stubble on his chin

i look at winter’s attributes

and realize it’s true–

i know the signs of getting old

because i have them too

–photo by me

Winter Arrives 10/28/23

I got up this morning and found that winter had officially arrived overnight. It’s really a complete paradigm shift; every little aspect of life here near the Canadian border changes, from the clothes we wear to the places we go to the things we do. Now, where’s that shovel?

It’s peculiar the way we ourselves also change with the seasons; myself, I’m a bit more laid-back in the summer, but winter brings out a more responsible me.

when my world

turns wintery,

i turn into

winter me

–photo by me

wily winter

winter, it seems,

uses classical schemes

to whitewash the woods

with a fresh coat of rime,

and she’s even coyer

than good ol’ tom sawyer

for she dupes jack frost

into doing it each time

–photos by me

Winter Walk

I’m out for a walk in the woods this morning. The weather has improved, and it’s bringing some of the wildlife out of hiding. I can’t help but notice how curious they are of me.