Tanka.

Twenty to midnight
Plough has cleared snow off roads
Piled it man high
Chest pain, cold air and moonlight
Blue light, lacerates the night.

Tanka

Lone snowdrop fell
Landed on a wooden fence
Glinted as a gem
More snowdrops downed
Exclusivity forever lost


Zen

Icy morning
Frost on window
Back to bed