Ice Prevails

Today's post happens to be another haiku I had written after finding the inspiration through observing my class-mate's hairstyles freezing instantly in the dry air this morning.

"Ice"
Wet locks, containing traces of the shower.
Arid, freezing wind, chilling all it contacts into solid spikes.
Faces of horror as hairstyles are ruined.
Winter has struck harder in this sleepy town.
This cold weather is bringing me down.

"Shade"