on the street
between snow banks
a bouquet of red

yesterday's haiku:

cold lingers
until the heat
of red roses

French cooking class
after dinner the chef turns on
the rodeo

winter doldrums
I begin to bicker
with my intuition

my favorite fir thinning at the top changing sky

sun flurries
the day ends
on a light note

three leeks to a bundle
all the small ways
we are managed