Not Quite Yet
Frozen tundra’s cold
Fireplace consumes final log—
When will winter end?
Calendar’s Frozen Page
Sunny skies, all blue
Winter’s Arctic deception—
Days of lasting chills
Perhaps Now
Warm, westerly winds
Chinook’s welcome arrival—
Winter’s escape plan
Big Sky Buckeye 
Your poem has a beautiful rhythm echoing, perhaps the coming seasonal changes. I love your mention of Chinooks’welcomed warmth. Thank you, Richard.
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I smiled at your first poem especially. A friend burned up all the firewood she’d collected during our recent freeze, making her sudden longing for spring temperatures understandable. Of course, her fires are mostly decorative, given that she’s in an apartment with electric heat!
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Wonderful Haiku, Richard! The first is my favorite.
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