About Mikels Skele

Poet. Explainer. Foreigner-at-large.

Friday haiku 13: winter rain

Technically this is really more of a senryu. I won’t tell if you won’t.

We’re already 60% water
my body thinks
it’s quite enough

In winter, stars seem uninterested,
cold, like the wind against your face,
not white-hot, but just white
without a trace of irony,

and the moon itself,
while sympathetic,
just shrugs its way
across the frozen sky.

You dig yourself deeper
and sleep, aware
of the special cold
of a pointless dawn.

Friday the 13th. Glad I didn’t start this series a week earlier.

South wind brings rain
North wind’s icy fingers
stop it cold.

It’s that time again.

The first snowfall
of winter, like the last
will soon disappear

Respond in haiku if you like, but, above all, enjoy!

Ah, Mother Earth!
Her indifference
unconditional