On a blustery night, with snow in the air, we’re thankful for
central heating, storm windows, and Open Window – haiku
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grey sky—
the dog’s water dish
iced over
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tarnished silver
the only guest
eats in silence
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my hand curves
to fit your breast …
the windowsill, snowladen
first snow . . .
the children’s hangers
clatter in the closet
“welchSnowman”
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first snow –
an entire city
learning to drive
Thanksgiving snow storm –
a seatbelt protects each
steaming pie
[Nov. 23, 2005]
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