you know beki this is not fair - in the past two days i have run the snowblower 4 times - driven through near whiteout conditions twice and this morning got stuck in the snowplow leavings - and you are writing haiku about summer benchs inviting poetry - arghhhhh well, what this means is i like the last one best - almost makes me want to go find a bench to sit on - but then i would have buttfreeze and be stuck -

tom

march morning
hungry raven pecking
at my frozen trash