Winter is over

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Isabel

comet lulin

the green comet
passed-by last night
behind clouds

winter – cling to life

deep breath of electric air

cross to Anelka…

sparrows sit
touching heads -
Spring inches in

Shrove Tuesday
latest posts
on Winter Haiku

***

Mardi Gras -
derniers messages
sur Winter Haiku

rake … brown leaves … a ball

our last Fall day together

preserved under snow

Morning shivers on
the way to school. Coats pulled tight,
head bowed as in prayer.

wild water

wild water crashes over the edge of winter rock unyielding

words: mandy smith
photo: phill deason
© 2009

mountainside forest

snow shaken from bough –

echo of axe

garden
full of the sea's roar -
the crow's nest sways

below a pale sun
people squelch here
and there through slush

stars gleam
dewdrops
on a spun sky

Snowman moved
tired of this non-winter
Antarctica

knowing I've lived
through another winter-
quiet victory

returning road -
fresh snow
filled my steps

***

chemin de retour -
la neige fraîche
a comblé mes pas


New : pages with my haiku in english on "Haïkus au fil des jours"
http://haikus-au-fil-des-jours.wifeo.com/haikus-en-anglais-in-english.php

during the fourth watch
cold air seeps through the windows
and brushes my ear

cold front

all night long she moans -
emptiness pregnant with sound
emptiness barren

in the night watches
frozen moon crosses window
drone of the clock

dark clouds roll away -
a crow drinks
from glittering tractor-tracks

through the window-
snow dances on the river
birds swooping down low

Under the surface
a rebel hidden
a vivid spring

during crazy day
outside the office window
fat cat just chillin'

bright line, connecting
me to your hospital bed
jet stream etch-a-sketch

the snow is too deep
for the pot-bellied pigs
but not too deep
for the children
standing on the swings

early shift-
stars fading into sun light
during the first break

from highest branches
crows' great commotion:
Spring approaching?

Announcement

The SPRING HAIKU BLOG begins on the 25th February

2009, for further information see here ....................

Note from Isabel: Beatrice is now setting up everything. She might not have time to respond to your email to join.

There will be an announcement here on this blog, when Beatrice is ready to send out the invitation to blog.

This winter blog closes down on the 24th.

Beatrice is doing a great job to organize things and Pat will be writing some posts also and act as the comment/spam reader.

valentine's day breakfast

hard-boiled egg
with yellow roses
- spring is on the way

babysitting for friends-
pitbull curls up with me on couch
during the news

thaw -
the rustle of water
invades the night

***

dégel -
le murmure de l'eau
envahit la nuit

first light
baking cheesecake for friend's child
licking the beaters

through quickening clouds
night orb's cold unyielding gaze
fixing winter fast

blustery morning-
tree branches stuck in fences
trash cans roll in alley

first pale shoots--
whisking the matcha
to a jade froth

snow on the apple tree -
warm in their buds
the apples

A coy winter sun

looks on, through naked branches

-a veiled promise

early commute
last of packed ice berm
melts into runoff

snow has thawed

snow has thawed
over the recreation ground
boots trample through mud

© 2009, Gerald England

zen garden
covered with snow:
zen garden

Winter Dawn

in the hollows,
where frost and mist are thickest,
the dregs of night


www.conjuringsunlight.blogspot.com

Photo Winter in the Park by David Chare

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dchare/2273478209/

Snowmelt brings a false
sense of security
and an ankle twisted.

white winds
buffet from all angles
an icy path

crow back home
in the tree
shakes off his white cap

bird hops in circles
atop traffic camera
before roosting

Sunday at Lake Pontchartrain

racing
white gulls gliding for shrimp
white sailed boats

heading for the seawall
and turning around
aqua ducks

blue sail - white center
from distance - miracle
Virgin Mary

Flag of no nation

sundown's banner
seen through bare trees -
orange blue pink

overnight:
the park full
of abandoned snowmen

Awake, wondering,
whether you are asleep, somewhere
out there, full moon

* * *

Valvon ja mietin,
nukutko siellä, kaukana
jossain, täysikuu

winter blahs-
my salary frozen this year
at least there's a job

stooped arthritic tree
wrapped in vines against the wind
pale moon smiles coolly

Thrush and sparrow
unseen in naked hedgerow.
Ice crunches underfoot.

The stillness of cold
air, turning snow to dark ice --
birds under bushes.

top of the hill -
alone between setting sun
and rising moon

***

sommet de la butte -
seul entre soleil couchant
et lune montante

Snow Melting

across the fields
the remains of snowmen -
abandoned megaliths

www.conjuringsunlight.com

Photograph Snow Melting by Michele Morgan

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dragonclouds/3255524246/

spring thaw--
an old friend and I
make amends

Starbuck run today
being glad for heavy coat
for later commute

finally sun--
the icicle's persistent
rhythmic drip

Wet in wet
clouds in treetop levels
an excuse for winter weather

frigid morning
lightly holding steering wheel
until first red light

natural artist:
bare birch tree inks in shadows
across its scrolled skin

whirling flakes of snow
mute every sound; cover
the world in beauty.

fist light
last night's dusting of snow
melts into morning dew

the door opened
and down they fell -
all the christmas cards

crippled
he whistles in the snow
pretends his sticks are ski poles

morning errands
seeing the snow line
while heading north

Gentle white flakes float
Around the barking dog sound
Gathering numbers.

Basset in the snow--
Patchwork of brown, black and white
Howling at the sky.

cold front--
in the busker's guitar case
five copper coins

this sweet morning
the world is freshly dusted
with powdered sugar

hiding place...

another nut
on a snowy branch
gently tucked away by crow

Still snowing

through the night suburbs
we slept on a pillow of snow
that fell soft and delicate, down

Photo Still snowing by GothPhil www.flickr.com/photos/phil_p/3245948000/

Haiku by David Loffman www.conjuringsunlight.com

snow-covered fields -
gull
lit from below

late commute
snow dancing in the streetlights
taking the scenic route

the mid-winter thaw –

hear birdsong and see neighbors

this one afternoon

ice patch on boulder –

gentle nephew of him who

left her in that spot

pulling plump package
over ice, tug slackens
son's smile gliding by

tangled undergrowth -
forgotten clumps of old hair
caught in nature's brush

first fall

a gull
struggles against high winds -
the clatter of hail

18C (65F)

on the lake -
white sails
clear sky

1° Celsius

Trees rustle
on with hat
white curtain falls

Streams trickle
distant click-clack
of falling stones

the old pine:
one green shadow
on the stream

-27,4 °C

This white-cold sun,
breath freezing on eyelashes -
gifts from Siberia

* * *

Valkoinen säihke,
hengitys jäänä ripsissä -
Siperian tuomiset

upon still waters
this rustic boat
rides its reflection

Snowflake here and there
through the garden
slowly floating

first snow -
the mailman's cycle
with new tires


***

première neige -
le vélo du facteur
chaussé de pneus neufs

Chill clouds gathering
the winds about them like a
snow-speckled perfume.

old friends leaving -
snow falls
fills their footprints

up the frozen hill
windows' welcoming glow
waterfalls of light

today's top to-do
reminding male coworkers
V-Day in two weeks

Pat is the Spring 09 Administrator

Thanks to Pat for volunteering to be the administrator.

Pat and I will be working on formatting the site. Pat will be doing most of the work; I am the consultant.

Pat will be sending emails later.

Pat, I sent 2 emails to your gmail and yahoo accounts. Check your spam folder, if you don't see them.

Diane, Thanks for volunteering to be the spam checker. Pat will admit you soon.

Keep warm, ya'll
Isabel

Metaxa

Sweet
Greek fire
- refill the glass?

glass tinkle branchlets
timpani deep step crunch
utter silence cracked

stirs the sleeping owl -

gangly creatures with strange wings

tapping her maples

grey pig
wrinkles red nose
delves in heap of snow

The heart of winter -
stopped? No, covered
in snow like you.

* * *

Talven sydän -
pysähtynyt? Ei, vain lumen
alla kuin sinä.

day after storm
brown grass turning green
in the melting ice

pristine slice of ice
tossed aside to clear a path
forever broken

well-polished blankets
sculpted by a master hand
brighten their tombstones

For Debi

a sliver of light
slices through
the icy landscape
beneath the snow
a dormant seed awaits

Vic Gendrano

appeal to heaven

shriek over the winter wind –

spring-trap stays clamped shut

sharp scrapes -
my neighbour's shovel
through silence and snow

For Liezl

winter chill
she just receives
her layoff notice

Vic Gendrano

icy morning
car cleaning race with neighbor
salt skitters on the ice

hunger-haunted wolves


gray house-cat trapped in thicket


snowflake on eyelash

Sunshine blares on snow,
Trumpets shadows to the barn.
The cow stays inside.

salvation dangles

from the new hole in the sky

a glorious worm

snowy morning
only intrusion on lawn
mail carrier's tracks

New Administrator Needed Soon

Last year, we ended the Winter Haiku on Feb 13th.

Who wants to take over for this spring?

Winter garden

January day -
My long shadow stretching
to the front door.

* * *

Tammikuun päivä -
pitkä varjoni venyy
ovelle saakka.

weeee! running, skidding
down, pull, grunt, slip-into-pole
crash! laughing in snow

in the sleet
a small bird calls
and takes a sunflower seed

light frost on window


momentarily blurred world


her breath blown on glass

footprints from her house


enduring craters dug deep


my disappointment

crackling fire -
music of life, call of death -
cracking of felled tree

first light
flock of birds
rise to meet the day

notes floating -

Holy Cross Marching Band

practicing for Mardi Gras

lunar new year--
the baby waves
her dumpling fists

quickening current

snowmelt swells the wide river

unrestrained desire

dry snow-covered plain

wind-swept drifts shift ceaselessly

miscarrying time

haiku for zen speug's john mac...

reverentially remove cap
Burns' two-hundred-and-fiftieth today -
pour out the firewater

inauguration--
the new mom wiping tears
with a burp cloth

weekend commute
children playing kickball
dog joins one side

ice lace on window
gray Tabby breathes most warm mist
curled snug against cold wind

she watches robins
red red robins feed in snow
cat is content to sleep

day rise -
I slowly peel
a clementine

***

lever du jour -
je pèle lentement
une clémentine

found...

the woody cone
of the giant sequoia -
the small green egg on the path

new arrivals
to this winter world
as i take my leave

morning commute
crows light on frozen runoff
stray cat flicks it tail

singular snowflake

floating falling fimbrial

delicate flower

crisp morning -

white sails on

blue lake

bitter wind--
all the sweetness captured
in this clementine

chilly night chore
finding air pump to fix flat
and making change

Lichen Winter Trees

dawn light
the lichens shine
from bare branches

Photo trees in the forest by simonsterg

in the street...

outside the door
an old ironing board
and a brand new rocking chair

melting ice
and flattened beer can
winter's grit on path

hunger moon--
the deer's neck stretched to reach
the last tree bark

stoop flower pot
pansies bushier
after melting snow

Nothing

I looked, but
no winter here
only water cold forest

sporting a snow cap:
child-painted bright blue bird house,
rocked by skeletal tree

through the window
snow blanketing the lawns
and empty streets

Eden: Pre-Dawn

Last week’s snow, now ice,
blackened, burdened, breaks off and
blocks the catch-basin.

Wind dies, mist thickens.
Raindrops fall, fast, then faster,
start to pool, then rise.

Halogen flood-lamp
reveals the rainbows flowing
down the rain-rinsed street.

Pile of papers soaks
through. Still-legible headline:
“Water Found on Mars!”

in the crystallined snow
the first primrose -
pale and alone

office door ajar -
waiting for the farm cat
to find my heater.

Having Lunch

Not possible
Martin Luther King and I
eating in 1960

if pass FBI checks,

Mr. Obama and I could

share a sandwich

first snowfall -
each branch laden
with a ghostly one

arrivals

============

snow arrives
under the willow tree
daffodil shoots

gerald england

============

tramp -
steam from his soup
warming his face

Winter Sun

how bright her wide smile!
warmly winking me out to
fresh arctic ambush

those vanished years

that he could see but not touch,

blurred and indistinct...

Wrong again...

much milder today
said breakfast radio -
but ice and fog did stay

waking in the cold -

the spider's presence betrayed

by the moonlight

weekend chores
two sips of coffee before
taking out the trash

On The Black Mountain

outside the windswept chapel
the soft sound of sleet and gravel
falling on the wooden lid

in a garden...

quick brown birds
chirp and frrip
through the barren cherry tree

sunlight glides
and a white cap sparkles
on the last red apple

Shrouded in fog
the lone pomegranate
in the courtyard

--R.K.SINGH

Around falling leaves
a lone dreaming flower--
mid-January

--R.K.SINGH

The half moon
on her neck reminds of love
before departure

--R.K.SINGH

flood waters crest--
a coffin bobs
to the surface

"urgent" in red
on the envelope -
his greeting card

***

"lettre prioritaire"
en rouge sur l'enveloppe -
sa carte de vœux

early commute-
extra hot Americano
for a hand warmer

In the Harbor

Long, thin-necked, gray crane
lifts un-mapped boulders from depths
un-fathomable.

Blue-green ‘gainst slate sky,
purposefully advances
the gas-filled tanker.

Weak, clear waves wash and
wash a bobbing buoy. Drops freeze,
forming icicles.

in the window...

a solitary star above
the street lamp
opposite this room's reflection

once, she had such wings!
thermals lifting into light -
until darkness fell

Cold winds pluck at skin,
teasing hair from scarves and the
feeling from old bones.

today's mail-
winter sales circulars and
flower catalougues

To Princeton

Crunch-crunch-crunch. Ice, crushed,
crumbles underfoot: the sole
sound our night march makes.

singing again
her favorite lullabye--
evensong

Letting Her Sleep In

Green tea steeps, steaming.
Still she sleeps, dreaming. Still dark,
Day starts without her.

morning...

from the garden
the crows flap away
with their scorched bacon

wintry night
walking to the front door
the lawn crackles

leading edge of steel
charcoal cloud roof marches in
closing off the sky

sunset breaks dark clouds -
tart band of orange rind,
flavoring the day

winter morning -
two old friends
snow in our hair

Brave New World

Clumsily climbing
About his sleeping mother,
Bruin breathes his first.

frosty cobbles -
in the hay filled stable
the year's first lambs.


Gorgie City Farm, Edinburgh

Through winter mists
all life appears to fade
-only chimney smoke
to recall the hidden fire
burning deep within the heart.

the taut plunk
of a cello string breaking--
snowmelt

blinking the tears back
boxing up Yuki's* toys
that amused us both


*Yuki the white cat died last week

ferrying night
from dusk to dawn
winter moon

Five from Belle Isle Marsh, Slack-tide, January

Small boat with chipped paint,
abandoned ‘mong reeds, settles
twice-daily to rest.

From cold mud, air seeps
Through shallow salty froth. Safe…
‘til plucked next low tide.

Slick, slimy sludge cakes
on clam-digger’s boots. His hands,
Frozen, bloody, work.

Ice-winged, big, mad gulls
Glide in wide arcs. Bulging eyes
spy just-spilled garbage.

Madonna rising
from atop the hill, with grace,
can be seen from here.

thawing out...

the icy finger
stuck in the tap drip drip drips
in the kitchen sink

when the fire is lit
and the flames are roaring -
she brings more wood

trees shudder
in the winter wind-
loneliness

basement surprise-
on overwintering shrub
small green leaf

dawn - light runs
through the branches
lighting-up the cherry tree

this snowflake:

if only my world

was fashioned so

I'm down for the count

Folks, I'm still here, I realize that not everyones website has been displayed, but I am really quite sick, almost to the point of being hospitalized for a really nasty blood infection, and I dont have as much time as I'd like to mess with the blog. I've given admin rights to the previous owner (surprise surprise), and if she wants to take up this mantle, then more power to her. Just give me another week or so, and I should be right as rain.

Fruit and Spices

cinnamon and cloves
hot and sweet oranges

still the smell lingers

photo Mulled Wine by jsarcardia

Intersection

Scampering o’er snow
And street, squirrels, seeking seeds,
Don’t know it’s Monday.

like a black flower unfolding...

the dozen crows
gathered together
suddenly fly apart

winter grows
most beautiful blossoms:
frost flowers

* * *

talvi kasvattaa
kauneimmat kukat:
jäätä ikkunassa

Cat sits at window
Silent, watches the snow fall
Stretches, moves to chair, sleeps

snowed in--
a child etches her name
in window rime

trees, endlessly bare,
punctuated with pockets
of life - squirrel nests

Winter Afternoon at the Zoo

Stretched out on a rock,
Lioness lay lazily,
Snubbing zoo-goers.

hanging by 3 threads:

yellow leaf

in spiderweb

first snow -
the rustling of his steps
to the bus stop

***

première neige -
le crissement de ses pas
vers l'arrêt de bus

driving to doctor-
melon sun swooping upwards
through the bare trees

Wet noses, dry coughs.
Cold, slow days and sleepless nights.
Wish you weren’t alone.

Goalposts like gravestones
Stick up from the frozen snow.
Victory lives on.

Winter: Glints of light
Ricochet off crystal ice.
Beacons everywhere!

Promise
sunshine in bare trees
treachery in shadows

Naval cadets
master the waves in Peacock Bay
pelicans bathe


--R.K.SINGH

SNEEZE

Fit of sneezes
no winter allergy:
thinking of sex


--R.K.SINGH

Wet from the night's rain,
the grass spongy underfoot --
crows watch me pass by.

The sun shines
on the winter blooms:
our first rose


--R.K.SINGH

winter tummies rule
even the big-bellied cat
trips my legs for treats

full moon -
a field
of newly fallen snow

napping in a cave
of heavy, nestled blankets
outside, the wide wind

Torn strips of paper -
the clouds resemble a day
of highland longings.

a new perfume
in the air brings back
old memories-
warmer today
than yesterday

rainy morning
after two snooze alarms
facing the day

two morning haiku

frosty morning - 

glancing between

the wilted pansy and me

monday morning - 

heavy skies press me deep

into my pillow

early commute
double dutch in the park
wanting a turn

winter night--
from the lake a silver blob
breaks free and rises

the living room
suddenly empty -
Twelfth Night

weekend ginko
rimed tufts of grass
bending in the breeze

Snowflakes quietly float
settling piece by piece
changing the world

Empty Nests

barren trees still hold
snow mounds tiny empty nests
gone springs gift of life

where once came to drink
with colors fair and splendid
solid ice remains

sun released:
frozen puddles
run into the stream

Kessmas day

Kessmas day
thru t’ cemet'ry raihlins
ollie berries poak

words and photo © gerald england

...

-18 °C
a New Year's resolution:
not going out today

* * *

-18 °C
uuden vuoden lupaus:
ei ulos tänään

beaconing beach grass
tall fronds glow in frozen light
my companions home

brisk morning
my breath follows me
to the car

North Pole wind -
the metallic song
of catenaries

***

vent du pôle Nord -
le chant métallique
des caténaires

6:30 am
came a little bit brighter
winter is waning

during last cold snap
rats start nesting in my car
expensive eviction

Epiphany

where have you come from

how have you travelled

and what gifts do you bring?
























Photo coldpath by simonsterg

.

Gare du Nord station

as I drink Paris coffee

with my wife

snow looks like polka dots

in reverse on umbrellas

.

all my best,
Alan
With Words

Crisp packets decorate
bare twigs of dogwood shrubs
multi-coloured flowerheads.

winter sunset -
cherry tree's branches
reddening

New Year's Day –
the changing wind
shortening our walk

New Year's Day -
one minute of sun
furthermore

To have peace
we have to change,
to have a change,
we have to wish
to make the difference

Bitter cold outside -
the ashes of a fire
where smokers kept warm.

The new year snuggles
in a crescent moon cradle
atop the palm fronds
while yellow unripe coconuts
like new suns, keep vigil