It's the same window;
Same sun playing in the snow;
(Everything is different).
Wind chime is silent;
It shakes gently in the wind;
But utters no sound.
Pine cones in snow banks
Planted like some winter seeds,
Never to flourish.
Winds up the iced road
My nose gets even colder.
(The wind chill factor).
Ice blue in the cold--
Newspaper on the driveway.
(It's not shivering).
Just a few seconds
Before my fingers get numb.
Quick! Write the haiku!
While streams are frozen
Water in this old bucket
Keeps on trickling.
Footprints in the snow
Pass through sunlight and shadows
Traveling nowhere.
In the bare branches
Lighting up the gray and white
A brilliant cardinal.
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