Axe

Tumbling memories
Stir forsaken emotions
Act as a cleaver

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Turn the Night On

This is a collaboration between S Francis (SailorPoet) and Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)
Won’t you stay,
My love?

Outside snow falls steady
Gusted by north wind
Tapping at our window
Inside these walls
A fire burns

Sakura

Snow still sits atop the highest peaks
Like vanilla icing dripping
From rocky road ice cream cones,
Shining, sleek with sweat
From its battle with the Sun.

Down by the lake,
playfully shimmering water
shines a halo around the pink tutu
Of Cherry Blossom ballerinas,
Dancing aloft with a woodwind breeze.

M1 in Winter (Watford Gap 1 mile)

Mist enwrapped trees extinguish the low orange glow of the Sun
Taillights warm the twilight ahead
Headlights shine on traffic cones and road workers  jackets
Jagged shadows in a field reveal a ruined brick barn

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

When Darkness Falls

Darkness has settled in

Surrounds me

The cold outside our four snug walls

Frosts our windows

Turns snow into a hard, white crust

The day has been long my love

I have been doing battle with the world today

I have been doing battle with myself

We Close our Eyes

Above our head, hail forms, plummeting to pin prick curiosity
just as the jilted spring we foresaw disappears from view;
we crawl back to hide between the shadows of winter and yesterday.

Winter

In the south

winter is soft and mellow

winds are cool and leaves turn yellow

Kissaten Scenery

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,

A Country Home

This winter’s morn white mist shields

the glen and country lane.

The Winter Word

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

A White Winter Hymn

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.

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

Home in the warm

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

Sweetly Descend – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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

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Pea soup days

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

Winter’s Weeping

I only wish that this could stay…

the yellow’s that are found in May.

Southend

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

Sun kissed

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

A glimpse of yellow

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

Winterberry red

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

Indigo Magic – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Shadows sing softly

Entreating the frozen heart

Indigo Magic

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A Winter’s Day

Winter’s frost captures sunlight,

as tiny airborne crystals

linger in the air.

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

Handful of yellow

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

Heaven’s Hush – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Stars softly Dreaming

Beauty so Gently Gleaming

Heaven’s Hush Streaming

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Majesty

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Majesty

Wordlessly Proclaiming

Endless Splendour

Timelessly Reigning

Silence Stirring on the Wing

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Silence Stirring on the wing

As Midnight Tenderly Entrances and Sings;

Whispers of enigmatic lore,