I only have to travel a few hours north of home to still find the early morning hours between midnight and sunrise to be more like winter than spring despite what the calendar tells me.

This morning, further north, but still spring,
there were ice crystals on the rocks.

It doesn’t take much change to make
things look different from the recent past.

The future – one or two seasons away?

Saving Lives

I walk across the snow and sand
to the lifeguard stand and climb up.
It’s a place I certainly never belonged
in my youth. Never a strong swimmer,
never an athletic body, no secret desire

to save lives. Well, maybe to save
a few girls I knew who then
would be indebted to me, in love
with their hero. I would rescue them
from the riptides of their undeserving boyfriends.

January Moon

waxing gibbous growing to the full moon
cold days and nights, snowy white ground,
white above, also cold, frozen places,
me, thankful to be inside where I
can read, write, sip spring tea, dream.

waxing gibbous Moon

waxing gibbous, approaching Full Moon

Inspired by reading winter haiku, drinking a tisane of spring flowers and leaves, on a cold night with the almost Full Moon outside my window.

midwinter moon
a temple revealed
high in the heavens
~ Basho