The Haiku of El Nino

Streets sparkled in the din of morning light
and frost gathered and faded through the night;
traffic hastened in a tempo that betwixt the sun,
we did not awaken until sunset.

When we awoke the moon swept through the air
like a gigantic pendulum of circles
and slivers rocking east to west.
It is spoken that for ten days
only once in a hundred years
the planets are aligned from earth -
what are the chances the sky will be clear?
We awake and watch icebergs,
sometimes polar bears.

In Australia tides lingered
and the artisits were starved;
in California a typhoon
and some voodoo from Spain.
The Rockies were barren,
in the Crow's Nest birds sang.
We thought that the snow was lost and that
the impossibilium
of the quickening of days' end
could only mean El Nino on the wind.