Haiku- Winter 2013/14

empty birch sings

its own white song

before the snow

choral height
grounded at solstice
stardust of Sirius


height of stars
cascading down upon
another morning

weight of winter-

an ice covered lake

black wine beneath

a north wind howl,

donning wool socks

rather than wings

inhabitant ghosts

when outside drafts in

old familiar songs

frigid and clear

the pale pulse

of constant cosmos

vertical thought
spheres in the flight
of a snowy owl


what was it I heard?
not thoughts, the whisp
of Sweden in the forest

snowfall 

and a single sound

with the river

a cold west wind

one syllable real

where sky cleared

chunk of moon sits
boldly incomplete
in clear blue sky


winter memory-
day lit moon held
in a thick of branches

green haiku abound

but those of snow remain

here, in the snow