midafternoon slant
of light in the pale blue sky
vanilla and ice
Nineteen Degrees Haiku
a warm, yeasty smell
from the bakery hovers
in the cold, dry air
Haiku from Warmer Days
Today, the first snow of the winter came whispering down. In cold weather, smells don’t carry as well. Winter brings with it a different kind of beauty made of solitude, clarity, and dreams in the dark. Here’s a moment from warmer days to dream of:
After dark in the park
the feathery larch
smells me her secrets
Two Snow Day Haiku
under hazy sun
I break trail over the fresh snow
while the birds twitter
in-breath, the nose burns
out-breath, the nose also burns
but my coat is warm
Imbolc Haiku – 60 Degrees on February 1
the clouds part, and then
this opening at Imbolc
carries me to March
Twenty-two Degrees and Windy Haiku
sun slants over snow
dyed vanilla by the light
of mid afternoon
Samhain On Its Way Haiku
sunlight slants at three
cold frames on the planting beds
Samhain on its way
Image credit: Ofer El-Hashahar via Flickr, cc 2.0
Haiku — Cherry Blossoms, Broken Tree
white cherry blossoms
before a broken tree —
winter’s distant artifact
Ice Dams Haiku
beneath icicles
tibetan prayer flags flutter
in the winter sun
Clear Night in February Haiku
cold enough to kill
city lights shine in the dark
a dangerous jewel
Garden of Words 