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 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