Arm in a sling

Waiting for pain to pass,

Reading haiku.

Spring now?

Sun soon has risen,

Newspaper lies on the porch,

I retrieve barefoot.


Fields are drenched in ice,

The snow moon waxing gibbous

Peaks through winter clouds.

Snow again

Waking up, dog barking,

Snow plow lights shine through the snow.

Will we see the sun?