Winter Haiku #7

vivid yet feeble
evening’s rays only skim
deeply hardened snow

4:14 Home

Reading the master’s commentary strikes fear
I might not pass the koan
were it presented again,

so I look up from the text.

Scenery passes quickly
outside the window,
gathered collections and discarded remnants.

The train passes the same sights,
running on tracks
just twenty feet to the north
of the morning’s run —

only the light is different.

Winter Haiku #6

icicles cling
framing the morning
our sun’s pale struggle