poet in snowy woods

From my window, I saw three grouse, digging a hole in the snow to find some seeds to eat.

Then I realized that they were actually branches of dead leaves.

I changed them back into birds.

haiku canoe

despair comes creeping
the killing frost of autumn
unbidden unseen

despair comes creeping
envelops me like winter
my despair for her

eyes blue like glaciers
ringlets dancing in her hair
dance with abandon