Friday haiku 66

A sunlit patch in winter
the wild song of geese
returning

Friday haiku 65

Sunlight kills winter
but nightfall brings it
slinking back

Friday haiku 64

Winter inhales.
Summer, always rebellious,
exhales.

Friday haiku 63

Wrapped in winter white
the back garden
dreams of spring

Friday haiku 62

Irony is
freezing to death
in the midst of global warming