Here’s a medley of some of my winter-related haiku. They usually sprout in my mind as I roam about outdoors. Later, with a cup of hot tea close by, they are pondered and scribbled into my journal.
milk-faced moon,
sighing of cold wind,
hush me to sleep
pulsing above
a cold field of cornstalks…
whirlwind of blackbirds
the cold morning
sternly kept
its vow of silence.
rusted strand of barbs,
layered with ice:
silent, moaning fence.
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