Feb

earworm,

on the path— its music

frozen

old man

lagged in woollies—

smell of snow

Wolf Moon

getting fat as a pig

slice by slice

01

02 haibun

crack!

puddle paddling

then

glass snowdrops

even the robot insects

need coffee

03

tongue,

in the iciness—

not aspic

04

eye opener,

another battery's life—

iced

05

ice wind

the mouse's skull

no spiders

06

ah, column of smoke

in headlights and mist,

bends

grey rainbow it seemed

this February's eve

06

heaven's show

in ice via the sky

God's faces

07

follow your beak

a little bird seems to say

then more

the hills are gone

this Februa dawn

09

halogen lamp,

its gone on the blink—

February

09

peeps,

in cracks of solid water—

the sky

09

crow in snow—

memories of a kite day

in the kid's spring

10

no young

on the swings

just snow

11

winter crows,

what do they think about

the pair of 'em?

11

a car's aerial,

as snowflakes fall—

recorded

11

A true story, as always. The dog lost its leg in a farming accident. It's known locally as Jet (not, Lucky). Sometimes it really does forget and falls over. Then we laugh and...so does it.

12

out the sky

fresh snow has landed—

twinkling symbols

13

pester power

shoots in from the snow

black cat white

13

dear Mrs Mole,

I've caught you at it but

how did you know?

14

Having manually enumerated all the stars in the sky and then double - checking, he determined to record snowflake density in hourly sequences and mathematically compute these little mandalas using an ancient sheep counting rhyme system traditionally employed by shepherds in Northern England.

yan tan tethera

methera pimp sethera..."

radio static

14

melted snow—

the shadows and cars

do their job

17

suddenly

all the snow is gone

as if...

18

slow...sunny...spring...day

feeding birds just carry on

as I idle by

19

dark on dark—

Wolf Moon banshee flocks

rattle doors

19

in vision,

or some kind of a dream—

glass snowdrops

19

and yet...

this spring chorus

its fœtus

20

Presidents Day!

the local mall is full

of nobody

21

old chimney,

a new plant operates it now—

green, its frozen smoke

22

snatches of gossip—

of the wind in snowdrops

and, upstairs, crows

22

Moon of Winds

where have you gone

tonight?

23

wan women,

thou Moon of Winds—

thine fleet clouds

22

in each their eye,

all last year's creatures—

spring reflects

24

fly magazine,

spider-web stick—

2012, sorted.

24

some sticky mix

in the pancake page—

circa 1949

23

who would tear down

the dusty spider's net, its oeuvre

in spring?

25

Moon of Winds at the crossroads and a dog barks

across the valley as random lights fan darkness

then disappear.

here she comes...

racing a torchlight—

the jogger

hiya!

hi

through spectacles

a crowd of spring-tipsy sparrows

ignore the rain

26

two crows

only for the tree

splitting

26

today's headlines—

useful for wrapping

snowdrop bulbs

27

sci-fi,

its paper reality—

sun over ice

27

here it comes...

copy/paste time

in the garden

28-29

crunching underfoot,

nuts the squirrels forgot—

leap day month

cupcakes

of an icy bucket

the memory

from the everywhere

between a crows blink—

another twig

in and out

of the valley's shadow

twig hunters!

every year

leap day month or not

this puddle

Moon of Winds,

your Lenten fast

is working?

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