spring frost
i scribble another batch
of bad haiku

first warm day
a brimstone zips across
the snow remains

what's left of the pond ice yellow drake's feet

holiday planning
an X of contrails
across half the sky

ash wednesday
a shrinking snowman sports
the clown's wig

no vent for my anger simmering onions

rain after snow
a crowd of umbrellas rounds
an open grave


(nothing recent, just a reaction to the prompt)