stoplight haiku

sunny monday morning
daffodils ruined
by saturday’s snow

steep March wind-
homeless woman
blowing bubbles

summer music
from a winter band -
a hatful of memories

winter’s last
gasp is a petulant
glance

A 20 year old album.
yesterday
I was a child

bus stop
man laughing in the rain;
pink flowers

you never know
but sometimes
you are certain

late frost,
or early spring?
Brown flowers, yellow grasses.

black branches against
a pink sky;
piano against a saxophone