After winter rain
 
a brand-new penny glistens
 
on a sun-drenched street.

 
 
 

If you remember
 
the pathway out of winter,
 
show me—I’ll take it!

 
 
 

This winter morning
 
is just like any other—
 
tea for you and me.

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
I know only winter songs—
 
teach me something warm.

 
 
 

Winter rain lets up—
 
I rush to fill the feeder
 
with sunflower seeds.

 
 
 

peeling garlic cloves
 
to drop into the stew pot—
 
hearty winter meal

 
 
 

With every haiku
 
I invoke my father’s name,
 
gone fifteen winters.

 
 
 

In my eagerness
 
to reach the winter mountains,
 
my feet miss the way.

 
 
 

This is the weather
 
that drives us close together:
 
frigid winter nights.

 
 
 

Into the abyss
 
everything that breathes must fall—
 
winter, O winter!