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

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