wintersong ... haikus

moving clouds are forms
ever changing skybound moods
weeping joy or grief
. . .
January wind
whispering cold razors edge
the fangs of winter
. . .
winterrain is here
graydays bleaking into night
slouching wet shadows
. . .
dismal birds huddle
in gloomy ragged pinetrees
while iceneedles pierce
. . .
now i think of you
warm green days and golden nights
before wintersong
. . .

1989