haiku
these bare winter trees
to ground oneself
in some way
(AW, Jan 2026)
now this winter is
mild again
the complaints go on
in this real winter
a morning coffee
and dystopian news
no black ice here
now my ego pretends
to be brave
severe frost
these blue tits are doing
everything right
cold air
the magpie's calls
like cuts
snow flurry
fluffy jasmine rice
for dinner