forty-five degrees
through blinds blissful cold but then
housemate cranks furnace

i want bared-teeth wind
to be buried in blankets
one bare foot stuck out

farewell to crickets
east wind chases them off through
all these aspen leaves

one of those can't sleep
so maybe i'll just go for
a drive kind of nights

or, y'know, just dick
around in notebooks & post
these improv haiku