Haiku Quintet

Clear sky, bright white sun
Brisk wind biting my cheeks and nose
Winter is still here.
Run to the woodstove!
Shivering from outdoor cold
Then I'm warm again.
Puffs of frosty breath
Ice caps on barnyard buckets
Robins heading north
Spring, yet not spring. Birds
twitter and chirp; winter lurks
behind the north wind.
Frost on the rooftops
Sun rises over pale blue
A warm day promise