Haiku, Part 3

         

Haiku in a Time of Pandemic

          FIVE
Air, warm and heavy 

for April, wafts through the house, 

Leaving bedclothes damp. 

           SIX

Fog—heavy, damp—fills 

depressions; obscures trees, roads, 

Condenses inside. 

           SEVEN

By night, furnace roars; 

By day, AC. That’s April 

in Wisconsin.




more to come . . .