Squirrels are still dancing
Across the frozen phone wires
Chasing the sunlight.
This one tiny bird
Gobbles without any fear--
Triumph of hunger.
Solar heat panels
Stand frozen in the sunlight,
Working their magic.
The sky is so blue;
The earth is so pale and white--
Stark winter pastel.
The hidden stream bed
Lies under snow and shadows.
(Is it really there?)
Lying immobile:
Dead leaf against a snow bank;
The wind can't move it.
Removing my gloves
My fingers swiftly grow numb.
One more haiku please!
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