I think my hypothesis is true. I suddenly think of writing haiku when it's cold. Winter is my muse. Okay, that's fine. I love the cold, the quiet, watching Nature lean into its introvert aspect. This is when the world and I actually manage to align somewhat. So, as you can imagine, here's some off the head haiku.
A cold, biting wind
The entire world on ice
Spring's children asleep
The highway is packed
Cold makes living impatient
Deer in beige field
Canada geese flock
Cerulean sky gray mood
Life hunts for more warmth
Winter is early
At last! No sudden heatwave
I missed you old friend
In Winter I heal
This is my summer rebirth
Wrapped in potent chill
Afternoon traffic
In a Japanese truck, stopped
A marsh hawk flies past
Enjoy the cold (when you can! I know most do not like it), and see you next time! Stay safe.