January 16th

small brazier,

dry wood, small sticks, charcoal warming,

heat, sparks and smoke

January 15th

heavy in my hands,

I hold a bunch of spearflower berries;

drip, drip, drip red juice

January 14th

falling asleep

in a warm room – crackles from the fireplace;

divine winter pleasure

January 13th

winter does have treats –

like oysters – steamed, fried, and raw –

fresh from cold oceans

January 12th

every time I walk by

the river on my winter stroll

my path cross proud waterfowls

January 7th

it doesn’t matter

if mild or bitter cold is the winter weather –

the ticker the quilt, the better

December 7th

the year market – 

so full of lights, fun, food, wine;

gossip in the cold air

December 6th

eating fresh fish 

I wonder how blowfish tastes

and how big it gets in winter

December 5th

to hide and nap 

untroubled while I keep warm – 

I am a cat in winter

December 4th

winter paddy – one view

that is whiter than the rice

we eat in spring

December 3rd

oh how sorry I feel

that I got lured by the sunny day

in a sudden winter rain

November 26th

sitting indoors,
sipping on hot tea,
I dream the winter mountains