smells like old rubber and poutine

in this hazy sunset
you can almost smell the fire
burning Nova Scotia

Mud Bodies: December Haiku (4-6)

4.

Solstice in Kentucky
old men mutter: seasons
roll over dig in

5.

Preparation
goes only so far: the rest
this mud body resists

6. (broken haiku)

Today the sun shines
rebirth sings on frigid winds.
What dies? Mud bodies.

1. (broken haiku)

Sunday before Christmas
high water threats
gone: the cold stays

2.

Bits of snow surfing
on the bitter winter winds
on a quiet wharf

3.

These bones echo
the river’s cutting currents
this body: a mud bank