Mid-Winter Still

The Flaneur admits to being a bit attenuated these days, and hereby offers, again, instead of a regular column, these few haiku.
With a dedication to my fellow Massachusetts natives still there and all who endure the wrath of Nemo. We left for California after the blizzard of 1978.

1.

hummingbirds orbit
      the saturnine bird feeder
in light rain

2.

outside my window
      spider against the night fog
how lonely it is

3.

headlights in the hills
      oscillate along the ridge
furtive high school noir

late January-early February