Haiku #277

the sound of snow
falling on white fields
this February night

Wonderland

Haiku #268

looking out my window
at the gentle snow
what is this sadness?

Haiku #262

the flakes
are getting bigger--
winter talk

Haiku #258

bright moon
aspen's shadow
on blue snow

Haiku #252

In the parking lot--
snow in a neat mound on the
bumper of our truck

Haiku #247

morning of first snow
pecking cat food in blue bowl
two clear-eyed sparrows

Haiku #116

Shaking in the wind--
it's only a plastic bird--
black crow against white snow.

Haiku #105

Moon reflecting on snow
or earth's inner light?
This January night

Haiku #101

Fog
hanging over snowy field
makes that house almost disappear.

Haiku #98

Outside--
Dog prints in the snow!
How lucky.

Haiku #97

life is
where sky meets you
disguised as snow

Haiku #92

Bright moon this night--
Ghostly Shadows of branches
on snowy ground.

Haiku #90

December night, listen--
John Berryman's voice
hovering over white snow.

Haiku #89

It happens
despite the clouds--
Moolight on white snow

Haiku #86

Sweet to behold--
grass dusted with snow
this windy night.

Haiku #78

Snowy run on three legs.
Which is the lucky leg?
How does my dog decide?

Haiku #77

Snow blankets earth,
piles itself around my door.
Now immense quiet of winter begins.

Haiku #71

Lacy and cold,
first snow to stay on ground--
so beautiful

22/50

Buddha on Griffin Island, the Ohio River, 2005

I am riding high on the fact that in the last two days I have further cemented my ideas for the Ohio River novel. I have been thinking, writing, researching, and struggling with this project since my return from the Ohio Journey in the late summer of 2005. I believe it is finally starting to come together in a way that truly pleases me.

I just looked out the window, and the snow is getting really deep outside.

I'm so glad we did our grocery shopping, got perscriptions filled, and got plenty of wood into the house!