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

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