#868

brought from the bottom

of the sea, to rise again -

deep sea to deep fry

#867 (#060)

the last winter night

before an extra day, and…

what a wet, grey, day!

#866

when the air’s fridge-cold

and you cannot feel your face

keep all else covered

#865 (#059)

narcissus i, thought

you were the first sign of spring -

but it's still so cold!

#864

when the air is cold

and your face feels like a fridge

i just walk faster

#863 (#058)

there are more layers

in an onion than there are

in this haiku - shrek

#31

the annual quest

of searching for plum blossoms

in the calm before

the cherry storms of people

come to flood our peaceful groves

#862 (#057)

short days get longer

light until five:thirty-four

the funk is ending

#861

the annual quest

of searching for plum blossoms

calm wander-wonder

#860 (#056)

the steam from my cup

(winter market hot chocolate)

misting my glasses

#859

the annual quest

of searching for plum blossoms

before the cherries

#858 (#055)

nandin, spearflower, 

hermit smartweed: red berries

through the winter grey

#857

the annual quest

of searching for plum blossoms

and springtime colours

#856 (#054)

when the air is cold

and your face feels like a fridge

think about summer

#855

the annual quest

of searching for plum blossoms

and scraps of colour

#854 (#053)

the annual quest

of searching for plum blossoms

and the warbler’s song

#30 (little grebe talks)

i can’t walk too well

but i can sink under and

i can fly as well -

underwater you wouldn’t

believe my fluid displays

#853 (#052)

kitsunebi trail

of atmospheric ghost lights

leads my way to where?

#29

futon in winter

more quilts above than below 

my night-time cocoon

waking each morning anew

fresh for at least one hour

#852 (#051)

grey sky and drizzle,

dim daylight and dull buildings:

my winter landscape.

#851

a hammer and a

sickle at the palace gates

forever in stone

#850 (#050)

snowflakes (wind-flowers)

looking for a place to fall

and build a new land

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The Japanese for snowflakes is kazahana, which translates literally as wind-flowers.

#849

“my right to a nap

i would defend to the death”

“then nap forever”

#848 (#049)

my friends frown at me

with my sea cucumber soup

i frown back at them

#847

my heart lies with tim,

while i lay down with jim.

i do not know why.

#846 (#048)

cold carp swimming to

keep from becoming frozen

ornamental fish

#845

we wait watching for 

yellow flowers to trumpet

that it is spring now

#844 (#047)

futon in winter

more quilts above than below 

my night-time cocoon

#843

days in a tight space

were made so much better by

my foldaway bed

#842 (#046)

searching for the bright

stripes of my winter comfort:

yellowtail katsu

#841

folder restructure

get out my paper pieces

write a haiku - yeah!

#840 (#045)

onions sustain us,

(the base of everything good)

in winter the most.

#839 (#044)

cold (chrysanthe)mums greet cold mums at the school gate with warming colours   

#838 (#043)

the cold time drags on,

gloves still cover my fingers -

no wardrobe change yet.

#837 (#042)

the stretch and the creak

from the wicker fishnet soothes

the old hands onboard

#836 (#041)

“i signal each spring

with my big yellow trumpet,”

says proud narcissus.

#835 (#040)

pond feeding frenzy

watched disdainfully by the

wild ducks beyond

#834 (#039)

skeletal army

forever ready to fight

distant winter grove

#833 (#038)

winter moon as cold

and distant as all seasons

still he will not speak

#832

the white and the grey 

of this winter horizon’s

like a wolf waiting

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Written for the Tricycle December 2023 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, winter horizon.

#831 (#037)

cold crow sits on a

frozen corpse - perseverance

the aim of the game

#830

a certain stillness

nuclear apocalypse

winter horizon 

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Written for the Tricycle December 2023 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, winter horizon.

#829 (#036)

little grebe (winter)

waiting for your bright colours,

and for your own spring.

#828

winter horizon

calls me not to adventure

but to hibernate

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Written for the Tricycle December 2023 Haiku Challenge using the Winter season word, winter horizon.

#827 (#035)

at a stall on the

harbourfront, eyes to the skies -

oysters down the hatch!

#826

heartwarming yatai

sat close by with strangers: food,

drink, conversation 

#825 (#034)

the cold air's fingers

freezing ev'rything, making

intricate patterns 

#824

not the digger but

the robin it was watched

ev’ry single move

#823 (#033)

grumpy cat, covered

in sleet, sitting on doorstep.

when will they be back?

#822

the wave knocks me down

below, into a new world,

i leave you behind.

#821 (#032)

fireplace mem’ry:

the cage that held us back from

the roaring blue flame.