Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun


flitting through the glades
haiku shouted to the wind
gleeful transience

..hope..>>also a mild kyoka

the tip
of my left hand's
index finger
has the mildest form
of frostbite, others too have hoped
..(C)2015 Spiros Zafiris..channeled; spirit
Ram; reaching into the poet's mind