Six Haiku on Winter

Trimmed branches bleed ice,

Gray grass murmurs, discontent.

Clouded dome white weeps.

Rippled water

Reality distorted.

Walking back from class.

Small in a big pond

Standing at a puddle’s edge

Sees upside-down world.

Branches together

Pointing, reaching, kissing tips

Like cathedral doors.

After a day of

Snow and gray, clouds break on the

Horizon, sunset.

Anna Byham