Microburst Blues John Grochalski

 

The Haiku 1

morning fog

the sunflowers

in a blanket of frost

                            --Lorelyn Arevalo

blown open door -

the tearoom is thronged

with dead leaves

                            --Lavana Kray

clear winter day

a magpie picks through

pomegranate leftovers

                            --Tomislav Sjekloća

the leaves are still visible
under a thin layer of snow
it's still snowing
                            --Mykyta Ryzhykh  

first snow

a robinsong blooms

among holly berries 

                            --Christina Chin

holly berries

blood stains

snow

                            --Sarah das Gupta

      
new dollar store
blocks away from another ...
rain and snow mixed
                            --Chen-ou Liu
 

a blast of cold wind 

eddies of sand fill the air

gulls turn, face the wind

                            --Edward W. L. Smith

 

inner city snow
whitecapped scrap metal yard
barking Doberman
                            --John Grey

January crows

stare down from barest branches

black and white morning

                            --Ron. Lavalette

feet up

in the snowbank

an unknown bird

                            --Kimberly Kuchar

 
lake winds
my hat
a block ahead of me
                            --John Grochalski      

Burned Wood Lavana Kray

The Haiku 2

eight California quail

huddle on blue spruce branch

heavy morning snow

                            --Lynne Goldsmith

first breath of winter

rooks call their parliament…

find us wanting

                            --John Hawkhead

the horses seem at home

in the snow-covered fields

                            --Timothy Resau

midwinter…

trying to recall

the scent of a daffodil

                            --Tony Williams

wind chill

sparrows

chirping unseen 

                            --Carl Mayfield

a cold winter night

Orion chases doves

                            --Ceri Marriot

cold sea
pleasure the sting
upon the wind

                            --James Young

winter field

blackbirds settling in

the tent city 

                            --Deborah A. Bennett

the oriole nest

swings against the leafless sky

silent winter bell

                            --Pepper Trail

    

even in December,

the hedges seem to sprout

chickadees 

                            --David Josephsohn

morning sun

the slow ricochet

of river ice

                            --Frank Hooven

sleet
the cattle stand
inside themselves
                            --JS Absher

Winter Cape Cod (1) G. Tod Slone

The Haiku 3

old limbs crack and pop

smoke lifts into the snow clouds

the kettle simmers

                            --Tom Lagasse

cold, the saw teeth cut

wet pine plops as pulp

winter’s first snow

                            --Jeff Burt

a chill on my nose,
fingers freezing from a touch,
winter setting in
                            --Kathryn Holeton

deep in wine thought

another snowflake falls
to the cracked pavement

                            --John Grochalski

half-moon in the window
even my bed
is covered in snow

                            --JS Absher

winter concert at night 

at the end we stand clapping 

the sound of heavy rain 

                            --Sister Lou Ella Hickman, I.W.B.S

crushed berries underfoot

discolor the snow

cleared paths

                            --Jerome Berglund

late snow

the ground... the colour

of a day moon

                            --Marilyn Ward

bright winter morning

a north wind rattles

the bones of old maples

                            --James Babbs

komorebi

the dying red sun

of a winter's day

                            --Ceri Marriott

early winter snow

drifting outside my window

each flake falls alone

                            --Pepper Trail

bell’s toll

all but lost

in this storm

                            --Helen Buckingham

Winter Waterfall Adele Evershed

Winter Marco Fraticelli

milkweed pods
filled
with snow


winter funeral
breakfast and supper
in the dark


through bare branches
the blue
jay


vigil for the victims
my daughter's swing
fills with snow


sowbugs
hiding
in the firewood


the stone buddha
in snow
up to his smile


fireplace ashes
cover
the compost pile


over the cemetery
geese
returning


at the muffler shop
instant coffee
in a styrofoam cup


after the funeral
the children
making snow angels


this longest night
a maple leaf
for a bookmark


covid 19
snowflakes melt
as they touch the street


the lake freezes
crows feet 
in the mirror


winter solstice
a leaf drops 
from the plastic plant


new years morning
behind the jam jars
a broken cocoon

Winter Sand Sharon Harper

The Haiku 4

morning stillness

new snow clinging

to the spruce

                            --Bri Bruce

dahlia field

the short day

shorter

                            --Daya Bhat

crystal prisms

leap over Cathedral Falls

streaming colors

                            --Douglas J. Lanzo

the whither 

of the river 

lost for a while 

in the flood

                            --Herb Tate

surrounded by pines

decorated in snow

lone cabin

                            --Roberta Beach Jacobson

January dusk

icicles hanging

from the barren aspens

                            --Danny Daw

five deer run

their tails whiter than the snow

last night there were six

                            --Royal Rhodes

stay home moon

young grass waiting 

under snow 

                            --Deborah A. Bennett

enough

to make the snow shine

three-quarter moon

                            --Tony Williams

full moon / full moon,
O, full moon over the
snow-covered pines
                            --Timothy Resau

bridging the gap
between headstones
fallen snow

                            --Ravi Kiran

meandering

into mist...

the winter brook

                            --Ram Chandran

Four Photographs Lavana Kray

 

The Haiku 5

the black and white world

midwinter beneath the moon

breath mistaken for ghosts

                            --Tom Barlow

winter rain 

the leaves hang on 

to every raindrop 

                            --Minal Sarosh

death cap mushroom

beneath the oak

cold moon

                            --Farah Ali

ice-glazed mulberry branch

a blue jay's call

falls to Earth

                            --Joshua St. Claire

dead of winter

abandoned spider web

above the garage door

                            --James Babbs

harsh winter 

the smothering warmth 

of the funeral home

                            --Vandana Parashar

winter solstice—

the long shadow

of my father’s leaving

                            --Adele Evershed

winter light

mist in the grey
of shrouds

                            --John Hawkhead

so cold the waterfall

freezes in mid-flow - 

the ice moans

                            --Ceri Marriott

hawthorn hedge

winter bones stripped bare

                            --Sarah das Gupta

snowfall

deepening

silence

                            --C.X. Turner

Winter Cape Cod (2) G. Tod Slone

The Haiku 6

the brouhaha

of coppersmith barbets

early sunset

                            --Daya Bhat

winter night

the drum beater warms his drums

in the pyre

                            --R. Suresh babu

in the grip of winter
the mistletoe
welcomes the thrush

                            --Ceri Marriot

on the bench

a stranger's park coat —

crocus in snow

                            --Richa Sharma

fresh snow crows in the outfield

                            --Michael Dylan Welch

no snow on the ground

January in LA

traffic getting worse

                            --CLS Sandoval

broken fence winter adrift

                            --Barrie Levine

frosted housetops

distant sun peeks through pine trees

chill still remains

                            --LaMon Brown

a pair of geese

heading downriver

winter sunset

                            --Ruth Holzer

winter sunset

the way our shadows

wrap themselves up

                             --Cody Huddelston

We open sheer silk

robes to name winter’s great stars—

Cassiopeia

                            --Karla Linn Merrifield

stuck by the window -

if it wasn't for the blizzard,

I'd find your tracks

                            --Lavana Kray

From a B64 BusJohn Grochalski

Tan-renga

 
old man winter
i peel off the moon
and lie in my bed
the distant call 
of a snowy barn owl
                    --Uchechukwu Onyedikam/Christina Chin

kingfisher —

flashes orange

cyan and blue

reflected on a floe

in the Naeroyfjord  

                    --Christina Chin/Paul Callus

Approaching Salt Lake City Bingham Canyon Copper Mine Pepper Trail

 

To Hear the Ocean

by Rebecca Drouilhet

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. 
—From Sea Fever by John Masefield, 1902

Years pass, but the glass on the water is not a secret.  The Sixth Extinction is not an illusion. Creatures on this planet are vanishing at one thousand to ten thousand times the rate of natural loss. This week, a Mississippi Coast native called for action to protect seabirds during Audubon's Seabird Fly-In, an event where staff and members met with members of Congress to advocate for coastal conservation. Audubon had recently issued a report stating that, since the 1950's, the planet has lost 70% of its shore birds. The causes cited included pollution, climate change, invasive species and loss of food. Humans compete with sea birds for prey such as sardines, or discard the birds' food sources as unwanted by-catch. Around the world, species are disappearing so fast that food chains are collapsing.

wave after wave
the message in a bottle
still unread

Snow Covered Branch Buffalo NY Mary Davila

Taiga, Churchill Ruth Holzer

Canadian Geese Heading South from Lake OntarioKarla Linn Merrifield

 

High Desert Hoarfrost Dana Clark-Millar

Frostwork Debbie Strange

 

Ice Storm Robin C. Wright