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
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