More Winter Haiku

Sparrows swarm in trees;
dim light, cold windy morning —
a lone bluejay calls.

Cold windy shoreline —
Blue heron stands on one leg,
head hunched in shoulders.

Sliding down the road,
antilock brakes’s staccato —
black ice beckoning.

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

–LE