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      

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

From a B64 BusJohn Grochalski