Murmurs of Winter

 

My year's first haiku;
Looking at dim sky again.
Has anything changed?

 

The snow splintered bank
On the other side of street
Murmurs of winter.

 

Snow has come and gone;
Gray piles replace white blankets;
Ice yields to water.

 

Bleating of a goat;
Soft ripples across the field;
A plaintive desire.
 

The shiny beer can
Lies next to the filthy snow--
Two ugly remnants.

 

Under these gray skies
Dry brown leaf covered stream bed
Springs to liquid life.

Bent over the road
Workman points his magic wand
To suck detritus.

Released for a time,
Roadside stream flees from the ice,
Burbling downward.