Friday haiku 14: winter still life

Beneath the snow
lurks springtime,
patient

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