snow filling our tracks
we trudge on through winters grip
walking with my son

white lines fill my view
flashing lights on horizon
riding through a storm

sitting among trees
patches of white like fungus
It won't go away

stuffies lay like dead
paper flowers sit atop
looking at my desk

Lack of Haiku due to lack of finding them.
I prefer wild Haiku

Radio singing
I think about poetry
looking at snow hurts

white lines on rust green
pine boughs heavy with sadness
maples are bleeding

scraping of shovels
streets like black ink on paper
walking my damn dog

Grace Ludwig request

trees covered in snow
are pretty lies told by spring
I like my back yard

winter is falling
spring lies with every snow flake
waiting for offspring