How pleasant to nap
 
in the middle of the day
 
while the north wind blows!

 
 
 

On this chilly day
 
perhaps a blackbird will come
 
with a warming song.

 
 
 

Last day of the month—
 
rain washes the grit and grime
 
from my neighbor’s roof.

 
 
 

Richard Wright’s haiku
 
warm me better than a fire
 
on an icy day.

 
 
 

A break in the clouds—
 
how bright the winter sunlight
 
on the year’s last day!

 
 
 

After Christmas Day,
 
missiles rain down on Ukraine—
 
the Prince of Peace weeps.

 
 
 

Windy winter day—
 
I’m finding it hard to pray,
 
my words fly away.

 
 
 

rainy autumn day—
 
reading obituaries
 
as I sip my tea

 
 
 

First day of the month—
 
the tea in my cup grows cold
 
along with my prayers.

 
 

Windy autumn day—
 
the birches’ frilly gold skirts
 
have been blown away.