Winter on Planet Georgia

Heavy, wet white flakes,
Turning green pine limbs to white.
Snow swirls on the road.

More Christmas senryu

When I was younger,
I would be the first one up
On Christmas morning.

Christmas senryu

Long string of red lights:
A Christmas decoration?
or traffic at night?

Duck!

Mallards on patrol,
One December afternoon.
A bored hawk watches.

I literally flushed the hawk out of his perch above the sidewalk. I was paying attention to the ducks, so didn’t see him until he swooped overhead on his way to a safer tree. The ducks didn’t seem to be too worried about the hawk.

Record highs

December warm spell.
And yet the air remembers
Its seasonal chill.

Disappearing Act

A white church steeple,
Its cross nigh invisible
In a winter sky.