Walking near water
I see Vultures circling
Thunderbird hello

Under trees searching
I make my way up river
blue heron watches

I see snow running
enticing gorgeous sunlight
I feel it's a lie

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