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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