Today’s haiku is actually a tanka, just to see if you’re paying attention. As always, you can respond in haiku if you wish, or not in haiku, for that matter. Enjoy.
A cardinal, its fire
blazing red,
on the last green branch
summer hopes
frozen
Change comes
And the wind looms
In the late winter sky
How suddenly small and low
The walls around us
Bitter snow
A handful of vagrant seeds
Juncos all alight with hunger
In the teapot
Leaves grow cold
Night falls slowly in
A descending gauze curtain
Snagging on sunrise
Hesitant, ambiguous
Like interrupted breathing.
exiles child 