"snow? in mid-Spring!"
its stay is short, but is felt
in the porter's bones.
Spring Snow [Haiku]
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It was a dreary winter day;
The world was cold, monotone gray.
But then, I caught a hint of heat:
Felt on my face, not on my feet.
A furnace burned in a dark place.
I felt it flush my frigid face --
Frigid once, but not any more
I stood inside that foundry's door.
The orange glow danced on my face.
It must have shown demon's disgrace.
Like a poor creature lit on fire,
Or the living dead on a pyre.
Cold as the day and my feet were,
I heard a voice - just a whisper.
"You must flee now, or you'll jump in,
and they'll not find a fleck of shin."

a heron stands
with perfect stillness,
in frigid water.

early autumn morn:
fog forms over the river
‘cause the water ‘s “warm.”