Somewhere in this world
The air is warm and grass is green
But it isn’t here

Springtime at the lake
Water between the cracks
Birds perch on ice cubes

Today’s a good day
Today is the best day
Since yesterday

Old people and young
Shuffleboard at the Lodge
And I almost won

Round plates are better
Forks don’t slide into the food
But mine are square

When the sunshines bright
All the world pays attention
New grass, weeds, growing

Beware of our thoughts
Be aware of what we know
We know more than we think

The clouds congregate
Shades of grey turbulence
It’s winter again

Today’s Haiku

Sunlight streams through curtain
What’s new outside in the morn
Frost glistening on cars