Written during my years in nothern Ohio

Winter Haiku

Windswept blades of grass,
velcro for decaying leaves —
crows hunt for treasure

Now warm from walking,
‘cept for my frostbitten ears —
deep earth-tones and gray.

Wet snow all around,
parking lot puddles soak shoes —
tracking salt inside.

Sliding down the road,
anti-lock brakes staccato —
black ice beckoning.

Slamming the car door,
snow-dust covers my face —
Jack Frost mocking me!

Ghostly silhouettes —
heavy, thick, squawking-goose fog,
crows peck at road-kill

Desolate tundra,
salt glaze on roadways —
warm life elsewhere bound.

–LE