by Kelly

Year of the Dragon –

I attend four exercise

classes in one week

by Alison

winter’s first snow falls

lace weaves into the landscape -

I want to paint

by Alison

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Suddenly my state

is filled with Republicans -

Oh, the primaries!

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I wonder which one

will win the nomination?

I am “Undeclared”.

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An Undeclared is

our version of an Indy.

We wait, watch and wait.

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We also wait for

snow, teasing us by falling

and melting away.

..

Instead we feel spring

in January, oh joy!

The debate heats up.

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The night brings the cold

but when we wake I hope

we vote… moderate.

by Kelly

fingerless mittens

shouldn’t be a wardrobe choice

in January

Wow, it is warm! We’re approaching mid 40s today here in Minneapolis-St. Paul, Minnesota. In January. This is bizarre. Not only did I walk my dogs wearing fingerless mittens, I also walked my dogs without a coat. I wore a big sweatshirt and was fine!

by Kelly

Who are these dummies

that keep falling through the ice?

strange December warmth

Every night there is a story on the news about someone who has fallen through the ice on one of Minnesota’s ten-thousand lakes, and every night Hubby and I turn to each other and say, “Who are these idiots?”

After last winter’s deluge of snow, we’re strangely snow-less this year. Not only are we snow-less, we’re also cold-less. Temperatures reached 40 degrees on Christmas! Unbelievable in this neck of the woods for this time of year. With temps like that, it’s no wonder the lakes aren’t frozen solid yet.

Which brings me back to my haiku. Last night there was a story on the news about a man who took his toddler for a joy ride on an ATV on a lake, and (surprise, surprise), the ATV fell through the ice! Luckily, some teenagers were ice skating nearby (crazy girls) and called 911. Everyone survived. But still. Who are these dummies? There is no way I’d wander out onto a lake right now, no matter how frozen it appears, let alone drive on one!

by Alison

December moon -

a lone mosquito flutters

by the porch light

by Kelly

I check messages

my patience in short supply —

a cold draft blows in

by Kelly

only time will tell

if this second snow will stick —

please, we pray, for change

by Alison

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I’m f***ing pissed off.

Can’t he stop networking for

5 minutes to help?

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Really. Bills pile up.

The house grows messy. Xmas

flights still not arranged.

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How can one be great

if one can’t handle the job

of the everyday?

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I realize this is

NOT haiku in SPIRIT but….

still 5.7.5