SEASONINGS (HAIKU)

 

above only sky
beneath only dark gray clouds
the sun is content

a mountain of clouds
rises from white tufted bed
the earth is watered

in winter’s icy chill
ripples from autumn’s pebble
await the spring sun

the leafless ginkgo
taunts the first snow of winter
with the dream of spring

IN ABSENCE

The dawn failed to appear this morning.
There was a slight lightening of the sky,
more a change of grayscale shade
that a shift in time-honored by the sun.
The crows seemed to notice, why else
would they stay silent, so unlike
most days when the first rays of sun
were the call to take up the cacophony chorus.
Even the squirrels noticed, and hid in the trees,
knowing this was not a normal day,
but soon emerged when the siren’s call
of nuts outweighed their fear.
We trod on into the park, picking
our way through the piled snow,
cursing winters cruel approach, our path
lit by our fading memory of summer.