Carrion Crows in Winter Storm

the invisible
roller coaster
with its ragged black passengers




this haiku now at http://poet-in-residence.blogspot.com
where there is also an invitation to publish your poem/s

January rain

January rain
under the willow tree
daffodils emerge

words & picture © gerald england, 2008

Winter
it’s more like spring
confused plants plunges’
half-hearted with open buds
Snowdrop and Eranthis smiles

this winter night,
watching my breath float,
reminding me
the cruelty, the beauty,
the reality of life

a haiku for you

I just think this video is something all haiku poets should be aware of. Enjoy!

Looking Toward Weekend

looking toward weekend-
great book and bottomless tea
whispers to me

out from the snow
a silver birch
making a splash

Morning Break

mid morning-
looking at snow flakes
rest on the river

Haiku from Juliet

My friend Juliet asked me to share her haiku with YOU.

uninvited guest
holiday chill
winter wind

howling wind
listening intently
my cat purrs

first streetcar ride
in 2 years
comforting screech

on the airplane
the old man snores
I listen to Bob Dylan

the gift sits
in the bathroom
now they are divorced


Her site is here.

Evening Plans

grey skies, blue cotton yarn
planning outing with friends
knitting at the bar

Barcelona Airport in January

black & yellow cabs
stop pick-up and go -
swift as bees in summer

IMPAIRED

My hearing
reduced in one ear--
winter wind:
make tea for myself
while she waits in bed


--R.K.SINGH

earth has grown cold
in the winter of our love
it will warm once again

icy morning
waiting out extra minutes
before heading out

can see forever
smoke blows sideways
must be beastly cold!

Silent Snowfall

silent snowfall
filling in the soles
of my footprints...
if only this path
lead me closer to yours

Crisp Morning

chilly morning-
frozen spikes of grass
waving in the wind

January morning

wildflowers
bloom

Photo by Sandy

forest trail -
in the air the scent of
snowmobile exhaust

our anniversary...
the surface of snow
not yet broken

January storm
knots in the chain
of our anniversary necklace

January is the cruelest month

Ochre, tan, dull brown
moist tree bark, wet moss faded
nature is tired.

Cold eyes blink, white-washed.
Will they remember color?
Spring three months away.

gull
over frosted fields
lit from beneath

on cruel city sidewalk
latest victim
grasshopper

cold wind blowing
through tangled briar
something's bones picked clean

winter thaw
dodging the dog poops
on the lawn

cleansing waters
early morning
rains

annoying
curtains
pea-thick fog

Warmth

balmy winter day
down by the river bed
enjoying a ginko

evidence of
a blue norther
on the horizon

Winter, not winter

Squirrels dart through woods,
rain erases snow and ice,
wet breakfast revealed.

Dear Mother Nature,
January rain feels hot.
Each drop scalds my face.

When snow melts too soon
your heavy blanket falls off,
you are still frozen.

Traveling
on the wings of winter
ill news

--R.K.Singh

Published in Asahi Shimbun, December 27, 2007

http://www.asahi.com/english/haiku/index.html

What Time Is It?

70 outside
First week of January
checking the calendar...

Frosted Weekend

chilly Saturday-
moving quicker towards the car
with the groceries

Waiting for the train

Hobbling along my platform
pecking winter grit
- a 5-toed pigeon

in 'The Gardens'
giant hearts and kisses
in the snow

warm breath
on a chilled ear
shivering anticipation

Angry morning sky
blocked sunlight, turned day to
night bringing caution.



Downpours and wind gusts

capriciously scatter

summer's last remains

at every stop
kids running to catch the bus —
first day back

Mid Shift Musings

outside office window-
watching icicles melt
on bowed tree branches

Snowflakes
through the bare tree
January

early commute
moon resting on frozen pond

Lost Friendship

cold and standing
by the wood heater
still feeling chilled

pavements chequered
with snow and snowmelt -
I keep to the black

All Night

all night
the snap of branches
in this winter wind

I remember how deftly
he braided my hair

first coffee ~

the coloured spot

of the new calendar

First night

after long day
waking up to hear Dick Clark
on downstairs TV

frigid winds
blow in
another new year

I hope everyone has a great New Year.

New Year's resolve -
the heart attack victim buys
a new snow shovel

the drunk -
dancing
to silent music