February rain
Gray fog with no horizon
Hard-packed, barren lake.

A signature seal
Stuck on the back of a sign
Promoting haiku.

He sat in silence
For a thousand years, not once
Did God come to him.

Grooming the ski trails
For Sunday’s 30K race,
Boys eager as hounds.

Woodpecker knocking
In a bleak, frozen landscape:
When will it be spring?

Together we walked
The blue highway stained with tears
Until death took us.

Lazy afternoon
Snow falling with nonchalance,
Like nothing matters.

White Loch Ness monster
Rising through the winter ice
As if seeking warmth.

Ramblas performers
Who come to life only when
Coins drop in their pots.

Over the white lake
Air alive with snow crystals
Like a thousand suns.