Cold winter winds turn
Valley roads to steep mountains
White with drifting snow

I wrote this haiku almost four years ago. We were living at the end of Bear Canyon Road in Montana, and I was pedaling to work one cold February morning. Rolling down through the protected canyon was easy. When I hit the valley floor, the cold north west wind with blowing snow was like a solid wall. It is 5 degrees this morning here in Logan. I just saw a neighbor pedaling past. The poem is fitting, and still seems fresh.