Posts tagged ‘winter’

February 22, 2017

Kissaten Scenery

by Nick Anthony

Steady rain blankets the plaza
And shrouds late afternoon with early night.
A torrential downpour of fine droplets
That deceptively make no sound
Above the wind of the winter typhoon.
Only the plod of boots is heard
As they splash through frigid puddles.

The eyes of gods’ down trodden faces
Hover over their soaked leather soles,

February 18, 2017

A Country Home

by Colly

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This winter’s morn white mist shields

the glen and country lane.

February 16, 2017

The Winter Word

by Jem Croucher

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If I were a penguin
I’m sure I’d think it nice
when all was cold around me
and the ground was thick with ice

February 14, 2017

A White Winter Hymn

by ShoummoF

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What is this I see?

The shimmer of years yet to be,

The draping of a quilted sight,

The flaking hope on a snowy night.

A sea of mist sprung from your lips,

The intonation of your tender quips.

February 13, 2017

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by dokurtybitz

Walking on glass
Hearing it crack and
Crunch,
Cold, stinging pellets

February 11, 2017

Home in the warm

by Jem Croucher

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The air was so brittle
it brought a chill to the bone
So I wasn’t out long
before heading for home
Much better instead to
curl up with a book
with just the occasional
glance up for a look

February 1, 2017

Sweetly Descend – #DailyHaikuChallenge

by Morgan

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Sweetly Descend, Hush
Whisper Serenity, Hush
Softly Sighing, Hush

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January 30, 2017

Pea soup days

by Jem Croucher

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It really was a pea soup day
with freezing fog all ’round
reducing visibility
with ice upon the ground
Everywhere was coated white
not from snow but frost
and in the thick and murky fog
it was easy to get lost

January 25, 2017

Winter’s Weeping

by Colly

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I only wish that this could stay…

the yellow’s that are found in May.

January 21, 2017

Southend

by Jem Croucher

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Southend Pier, the estuary
the sky a speckled grey
reflected on the water
at the end of a long day
The fairground quiet and empty
the evening lights aglow
It’s peaceful here in winter
as the tidal waters flow

January 14, 2017

Sun kissed

by Jem Croucher

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With a cold foot forward, dressed up warm
against the chilly air
The grin upon my face resigned
and not for pleasure there
And yet the crystal air affords
despite the iron chill
A sun-kissed panorama that
is sure to cure all ill

January 7, 2017

A glimpse of yellow

by Jem Croucher

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I caught a glimpse of yellow
in a hedgerow yesterday
It was quite unexpected
but it made me think “Hooray!”

January 6, 2017

Winterberry red

by Jem Croucher

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Bright there in the sunshine
Winterberry red
A splash of colour painted
vivid and widespread

January 3, 2017

Indigo Magic – #DailyHaikuChallenge

by Morgan
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Shadows sing softly

Entreating the frozen heart

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January 2, 2017

A Winter’s Day

by Colly

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Winter’s frost captures sunlight,

as tiny airborne crystals

linger in the air.

December 18, 2016

Skidding Past A Woods On A Snowy Evening

by HemmingPlay

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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

December 17, 2016

Handful of yellow

by Jem Croucher

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I had a handful of yellow
but I let it all go
and now I’ll not find it
’til Springtime I know
It was careless of me
for I had it right there
like a smile on the breeze
just ready to share

December 16, 2016

Heaven’s Hush – #DailyHaikuChallenge

by Morgan

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Stars softly Dreaming

Beauty so Gently Gleaming

Heaven’s Hush Streaming

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December 11, 2016

Majesty

by Morgan

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Majesty

Wordlessly Proclaiming

Endless Splendour

Timelessly Reigning

December 10, 2016

Silence Stirring on the Wing

by Morgan

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Silence Stirring on the wing

As Midnight Tenderly Entrances and Sings;

Whispers of enigmatic lore,

December 8, 2016

The winter bully

by Jem Croucher

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Breath escapes in tiny clouds
a whisper to the chill
as icy iron fingers grab
and hassle me at will
I’m minding my own business
A summer’s child adrift
Lost in this cold wilderness
and feeling somewhat miffed

December 7, 2016

Transition

by Morgan

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Sparkle of dim Light

Transition into Silence

Deep Memory Waits

December 5, 2016

Too cold in the winter

by Jem Croucher

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Neglected in winter
gets quite overgrown
Too cold to sit out there
grass stays unmown
Trees shed their leaves
and they fall to the ground
and because I’m not out there
they just lie around

November 30, 2016

Sunrise – sedoka

by Jem Croucher

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The horizon gold
A new winter day dawns with
sun rising over the sea

And I stand in awe
An exquisite moment caught
to carry me through the day

November 29, 2016

A pleasing distraction – sedoka

by Jem Croucher

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On cold winter days
for a pleasing distraction
the thought of Springtime flowers

Caught on a warm breeze
to embellish me with their
wonderful fragrant bouquet

November 26, 2016

The Angry Sea – sedoka

by Jem Croucher

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In this brittle chill
the sea is often angry
as it tosses waves at me

But I am wary
keeping my distance I stand
in awe above the tideline

November 25, 2016

A treasure

by Jem Croucher

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Winter greyness
Seldom sun
Brittle chill
for everyone

November 15, 2016

A Fond Farewell

by Nick Anthony

Veins of auburn and burnt orange
Adorn the wooded mountain side.

A dense mist shrouds the valley
Hanging so low as to blur
The boundary between cloud and fog.