HAIKU: THE SUNSHINE OF SPRING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Sunshine Of Spring

Melts The Snow On The Mountains

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The last of it…?

Thought we’d seen the last of it
in the sunshine yesterday
So little did we spare a thought
for more snow on the way
And yet first thing this morning
another blanket on the ground
white replacing yellow
with snowfall all around

Like a whisper

Icing sugar on the road
a dusting overnight
the sun glow in the eastern sky
still a glorious sight

Cold there is no doubt of that
minus six and falling
but the crystal air is lovely
on this chilly winter morning

No Fishing

The seagulls were hopeful
as they flew overhead
But the fisherman’s stayed
nice and warm in his bed

And his boat remains covered
with tarpaulin and snow
His nets and his lines
packed away and in stow

Small dogs and the cold stuff

On the ground out the back
by the door in the snow
paw prints out there
with some evidence show
that although I’m uncertain
of the white stuff out there
I’ve been brave and I’ve ventured
outside for a dare

Somewhere cold

In the summer I sit here
and soak up the sun
but sitting here now
would be cold on the bum

The lavenders’ branches
whilst still with its green
are flecked now with white
from the snow that has been

The white blanket

So rare the white blanket
on this Southern shore
that part of me wishes
there was sometimes more
A very small part though
and I mean it no ill
But I couldn’t live long
with this iron chill

A winter poem, for children

personal photo

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White is winter.

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Drifting snow showers those below.

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Ice

the ice jam of words

long lodged in the back of my throat

has begun to melt

syllable by delicious syllable

that tickle going down

roil in my gut

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Fat flakes
Fill the air

Freedom’s Breath

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Every day brings a new challenge.

Every day brings a new revere.

HAIKU: SNOWFLAKE WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Snowflake Words Fall Down

Mount Blanc

Her great mass
Tears the clouds, pierces the sky
Pulls at the high blues
Stealing it for her glaciers

Bing was not in Sussex

Bing was certainly not in Sussex
when he sang his famous song
As a white Christmas here
was so far back, so long
that I can scarce remember it
So many years ago
When we enjoyed in Sussex
a little Christmas snow

New Year’s Wake

HAIKU: THE CHRISTMAS TREE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Christmas Tree Shines

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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the snow’s

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Bite of a winter wind
Soft, fine flakes
Rapidly falling,
They fill the air
With the sound of their
Shusshing passage
Down from above
A beautiful beginning
To a shitty commute.

when love melted snow….#1

Snow fell gently outside
Inside, your eyes on me
Melted me, warmed me
made the ice dream drip

in the dark of winter

We look out across the field
covered with snow from the night before
I gaze into your eyes and never want to see spring
and lose this warm winter feeling

let winter be

Take the summer sun as you leave
And all the falling autumn leaves
But don’t take away my December
When at last it is winter

a walk in the snow

Come he said
And I followed
Putting my heart
In his hands
Take the path
Down south
And I said, yes
I will follow

a tiny snowflake in a city by the lake

I walked into the city one cold windy day and saw a man in gray
He had an umbrella made of steel with fine lines on display
I had seen that kind of umbrella once before
Described in a story I read while sitting on the floor

Wintertime tangents

Off at a tangent
at this time of year
When it’s still wintertime
but the spring is quite near
It’s getting lighter each day
and at evening time too
And though trees are still bare
there are signs of the new

Skidding Past A Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose tracks those are I think I know
His auto’s by trees yonder, though;
He cannot see me skidding past
(His windows buried deep in snow.) 

My Subaru must think it queer
To try to stop in any gear
Trapped ‘tween ditch and looming truck
Whee! First ice storm in this crappy year!

Safety brakes cause wheels to shake
Miss the truck? ‘Tis a grim sweepstake
The only other sound the squeals
Of a useless scream and semi’s brakes.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
And I now wish I’d picked the Jeep,
But tears’ll freeze if now I weep,
But tears’ll freeze if now I weep.

*With apologies to Robert Frost

Winter – sedoka

As winter takes hold
Autumn fades to memory
with a tinge of sadness there

Yet with the winter
Crystalline treasures return
and we are richer for that

Shivering – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Spark of Morning Blaze

Rhapsody in frozen Song

Shivering Wonder

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Four Seasons

Living in this part of town,

Didn’t realize autumn is here.

Outside the window I’ve seen

Maple tree is still green.