a cold hard surface comes alive like a wild fire it’s smoke and mirrors
the artist creates because they want to; maybe there’s an audience
a dark winter night reveals a beauty that no summer day can match
the rust and decay of our history tells our beautiful story
the snow has melted around a manhole cover some will think it’s spring
if you’re not growing maybe you’re lying dormant waiting for your time
in the future we will have gotten to the end of this short haiku
a surprise awaits an etching by the cold night in frozen beauty
footsteps squeak and crunch on a thin blanket of snow in a winter snap
a subtle shift goes unseen; but a sudden shift commands attention
uptown jack 