__The foghorn -sounds in- to help.  _m

lighthouse
slices this deepened haze
the foghorn

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__So often, a harmonic recorder quartet.

recorders
gentile breath's fingers create
windsong

a zither
joins this harmony 
soft quintet 

__I am a Student of haiku, of any ten I have written there may be -one- of humble quality. I shall become a Master, when among those ten there are -eleven- worthy of praise.

cardinals
their sun song fills
longer days

__At the feeder, as the days lengthen, spring's taunt. _m

Strange.
__Here, two days ago, it was -10 F  (-23C); today it reached +55 F  (+12C), one wonders.

the climate
minus ten to fifty plus
politics  

I'm a day late with this -overused- yearly post.
__This blog began February 13th of 2009, a lucky Friday,  and this is my initial post. I thank you all my friends_!

snow fills
this cabins shattered bones
a broken tea cup  

__Soon we'll be seeing  the 'home-side' crocuses bursting through what remains of our icy snow, and that... a warming thought.

night snow
below this last icicle
a crocus

__My mind is my antique shop, my porridge  filled with the worthy memories of these valuable trinkets of the past. Trinkets,  that I see as trophies.  _m

antique shop
in this porridge of my mind
old trinkets