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
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