Haiku #4 (NS)

Lone predicament
walking winter, a pauper —
richer in my soul

Copyright Francis 2021

Haiku #11 (NS)

The shaman’s spirit
abroad, deep in winter’s woods;
speaks in runic tongues

Copyright Francis 2021

I am forced inside
like winter sap, waiting; long
nights in search of sleep

Copyright Francis 2021

Temperatures rise,
seagulls are swooping lower —
just like the first time

Views of the city
Evening’s slow hush descending
in soft butter light