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

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