driving home
ravens gather
in the tall trees,
their rasping cries echoing
from the shadows of winter woods

thin snow drizzle --
winter's afterthought?

Tired

Crocuses in snow,
tired of writhing in the cold—
still your hearts are gold.

sometimes
before the snow settles
falling in love
with my wife
again and again

the wind stiffens
vortices of dry leaves
sweep across the path

Flower beds
purple pulsatilla
winter's end

melting snow -
a blackbird pecks
old crumbs

***

neige fondante -
un merle picore
des miettes anciennes

a new white dusting
freshens the filthy mounds -
hope

still, damp and cold
a shiny red motorbike
on the roadside

blustery morning
wind rattling the windows
snow dusting on the streets

on sunken fields
grey water
white gulls radiant

corrugated roof
creaks and groans in the wind
rain paints the pond

Transition

Water drips
off my roof
songs of new spring

morning mist
hides the street lights
dew beads on snow drops

another storm watch
armed with shovels and ice melt
everyone holds their breath

tired from waiting

the snow, the fallen leaves hug

an eager snowdrop

morning mist
a smattering of snow
on the dustbins

weekend plans-
Philadelphia Flower Show*
and brunch with old friends







* Biggest Flower show in the east coast- this year we are experiencing gardens from around the world....two city blocks worth of all kinds of exotic plants and a city block of gardening supplies.
I can't wait

kick the can
once a child's game --
now bits of frozen detritus

disguised as a cloud

the moon gulps down day-warmth,

the sun is gracious

catkins at the boating pond
a puddling of mallards
dipping for food

Pearls

As quiet as snow
I’ll be
in your dream

As light as snow
I leave no footprint
in your front yard

As sure as snow
this will pass
Snowdrops already showing

As snow melt
at my breath
breaking the ice between us

As snow is white
so is spring green
will you come?

melting snow
bent evergreen stretches
back toward the sky

the ground is getting

drunk with sweet maple tears-

the healing begins

.
virgin snow
the fox making prints
for the morning

Icebox, Japan

mallards courting
my snowman suffers
a second death

Under snow
all are equal
a struggle
where no struggle is needed
hard to accept for relative
-

Equal under snow
for relative hard struggle
where no struggle is needed
-
Cemetary in my hometown, this section is the one without actually gravestone, but gravestone as an art of cover stone marking the spot where the urn is buried.

howling --
me or the wind?

dogs snowplough
through the deep white drifts
the cat's tail, twitching

daffodils--
the wait becomes
bearable

cold creeps in
like a furtive spray-can artist
arum leaves glisten

a germinated onion
in the pantry -
spring on the way


***

un oignon germé
dans le garde-manger -
le printemps en chemin

snow cover
after snow cover
after snow

still raining hard -
I’m caught in a soggy
old fishing net

snow prickles
at un-gloved fingers
sunburst sky

Their Approach

heartache's trombone
blares its glacial outrage
through nondescript umbrage
welcome not
surrender's snowflakes near
** **
..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into the poet's heart
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I am not amused.....

evening surprise-
ten foot drift of grey snow
piled up on my lawn




snow removal crews put all the snow from the street my house sits on on my lawn instead of carting it away

my longing
for a distant land
forgiveness

under my feet
a black sludge
of dead leaves

first
daffodil spears
advance

nasturtium seedlings
poke above the compost
I prune the buddleia

cabin fever
this winter cold
unrelenting

afternoon drive-
ski jump shaped frozen run off
hangs off empty house

winter drips -
a puddle in my brain

Ash Wednesday

dust we are
to dust we shall return
the irrefutable law of nature

crocus shoots
above the mossy lawn
children's voices

February
in the jewel blue sky
a flood light sun

Ash Wednesday
light rain
from the cloud-smudged sky

.

winter pub quiz
one of the hotter countries
has the best answer
.

a dusting of frost
leaves dogprints in frozen mud
clouds of car exhaust

mid morning break
talk of igloo construction
in a city park

falling snow...this time
enough to whiten the world
and no palpitations

a trickle of run-off
from the waterlogged field
salmon-streaked sky

Wintry Sludge

its wintry sludge
washed off, my newfound
lucky dime shines on
** **
..circa 2010
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris

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morning phone call
long term friend in a coma
he loved the snow

after the snow
new crop of rim killers*
surface in the streets


*rim killers - large potholes

a grey canopy
connects the horizons
dead leaves rattle

The iron fist of winter
hit again and again
no wonder
I’m dreaming
of spring

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL! - Vic Gendrano
More love poems in my blog: Haiku Harvest

.
Valentine's Day–
my wife reads up
on Henry VIII
.

bright sunshine
and skies of flawless topaz
naked Roman boys

melon haze
snow man leans
into the rising sun


Any suggestions?

after eight days
pulling my car into the street
the joy of errands

raindrops bead
on the surface of parked cars
the postman whistles

school's shouts
seem to be nearer
this snowy morning

***

plus proches
les cris de l'école
ce matin de neige

Globe outcry
and glacier crack
steel coagulate

first light
shining on the snow drifts
crow greets the new day

delicate ice sheet
shatters, the thaw has begun
ducks dipping again

FLOWER

Around falling leaves
a lone dreaming flower--
mid-February


--R.K.SINGH

rain puddles
on poured concrete patio
wet dogs on clean floors

suddenly I'm sinking
up to my thighs
in yesterday's blizzard

emptying itself
into frozen puddles -
icicle

thawing
only to freeze again -
this fragile heart

the wind moans
a mockingbird circles
mounds and mounds of white


(I think I need help with the last line!)

Milkweed seeds have flown
Leaving the dry empty husks
And long dark shadows.

snow-capped roofs
reflect morning sunshine
a single snowdrop

Originally published in World Haiku Review, Vol. 2, Issue 2, July 2002. Included in my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves.

above black branches
caught on the wind
the clouds


thanks Rachel

Snow Blowing In The Wind.........

snow...snow...snow
will it ever stop
gusts of wind blow
snow pills higher and higher
time for a long winters nap

dark shrouds billow northward
the house holding its breath
we wait --

a hint of blue
cottontails among the wolves
finger shaped ivy

Tacit

Ridged branches

snows firm grip tighten
the garden moan

so many times
we have walked in the park
with our dogs
parakeets greet us
in every weather

Listen

Where old women talk
down by the frozen river—
come, let us listen.

walls glitter
as the number 12 goes past
reflected sunlight

Super Bowl Champions

who dat?
from the ruins of Katrina
to Super Bowl champions
New Orleans' Saints
harbingers of hope

showers of snow
the motorway rumbles
behind the hill

the wind howling
rain batters the windows
my hat, tied on

Strange deafness
hanging in the crisp air
curled up leaves

New Year's Eve

the romance
of new year's eve
is missing
this time too
I may as well report it
** **
..circa 2008..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
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Bloomier

instinctively,
the polar bear forays through
with bloomier eyes
** **
..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris

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suspense in grey
as the damp suffuses all --
next door's dog poop

Patiently waiting

to serve me again
my favorite bench

.
sometimes you lose...
the light goes out on another
crisp afternoon
.

Not Yet Spring

a snarling dog waits
crouching on the horizon
the cold bite of frost

zen garden
covered with snow:
zen garden

(Mainichi Daily News)

sullen clouds
leave the streets grey and wet
crisp packet colour

February begins -
where did I put the list
of my resolutions ?


***

début de février -
où ai-je rangé la liste
de mes résolutions ?

Also posted on www.randomnoodling.com.

the stillness of white
ruffled by birdsong --

spring cannot be far

The Hunter.

brown-white wings beating
a barn owl hunting above
Orion looks on

morning rain
to wash away the snow
cold pizza breakfast

The Gossip

it rains, it plummets
the sheets of ice one confesses
one's frailties to
have already learned your sins--
the waning moon, the gossip
** **
..circa 2010..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram
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big snow prep
big pot of chili, cocoa
and a few good books

from grey moody skies
seagulls shriek, no fish today
on the council tip

visibility reduced
to flakes of whirling snow
blue tits fighting

Martini

Icicles hang low

Obstructing the frosted view

Snap off, add to gin

winter chill-
your warm whispers
tickle my ear

listening
as snow lands on snow-
I melt

Winter Fading

beneath his window
the droppings of winter fading
turn chance glances
into unanswered kisses
and boots to be put away
** **
..circa 2007..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Harmony
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multilingual haiku
posted on some parking signs
in West Hollywood

The haiku were written in either Russian, Spanish, or English. This came from the evening news a night or so ago.Check this link: Haiku parking signs
I found another site showing pictures of the signs here: Rebecca Lowry's Pictures

cleaning the car
snow glistens in the moonlight
almost warm to the touch

early commute-
weeping cherry tree
clothed in powdered snow

on the avenue
feathery snow robes gnarled tree
and the broken steps

for Beatrice

I'm startled by the
iron chimes of church bells
echoing off the moon

cold rain rippling
across the slow
brown river

fresh snow
ices Viburnum leaves
schoolgirls in pink hats

winter sun

between fog and cloud
thumbprint glows

another snowfall -
the robin's tiny glow
warms

dry nasturtiums
make for excellent kindling
Imbolc fire

Vengefully

more vengefully now
the snowballers volley through
a car alarm haze
** **
..Copyright 2010 Spiros Zafiris

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breathe in the night
grass-through-the-snow clarity
articulates thought

dirigible moon
unfastened by dark fingers
my head rises

night snow
undoes a greener dream
sown in the day

.

frost on the lines
my train's back-up mini bus
takes the scenic hills route

.

frosty grass gleams -
beside the goalpost
squats a brown dog

night in the country,
startled by the sound of
white silence
I lie next to the full moon
after bell ringing session
.

winter sky
so pale it's almost white
apple prunings

"love is patient
love is kind,"
best if shared around

The theme of this Sunday's morning service is love. I thought of adding another line to form a haiku.

vermont highway...
on the snowy ridge
a coyote watches