haikutrax

flooded fields the slow crawl of water fringed with ice

end of january the lumps of oatmeal stuck in my throat

bookstore sale the poetry section down to one shelf

2nd of february the groundhog never comes out to see its shadow

a brief shower the dogwood covered with mardi gras beads

newspaper headlines blowing thru the yard the dog not sure what to bring back

superbowl sunday the streets become quiet after the snow has fallen