Bleak winter presses on my soul
grey solitude heavy weight
nature’s blanket takes its toll
tearing at all reason I wait
colour plied to canvas tight
window opens cloudless peace
greens and yellows pull the light
shutter of my soul release
brush continually applies
shape takes beauty’s form
of winter I am free inside
spring unveils her radiant warmth
The art: “Clare’s Window” (1980s) is one of the paintings my mother has painted that brings nature’s beauty indoors. On many wintery days, I have pulled at the warmth from her work and felt less wintry weight.
coldest day of the year –
the moon lifts the tide
© Hoshika Katsumi
awaiting the storm
weather predictions chill me
glad you’re home
The Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is
Great Cold in our “classic meets modern” month of wonderful prompts.
after the snow
Mt. Fuji soars
into the clear skies
© Shinya Ogata
See through glass
awakening of winter
oxygen molecules filled
The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai was
“Clear Sky after snow.”
you leave before dawn
a captive of wintry frost
kiss on the window
The prompt at Carpe Diem’s “Throw that pebble” is
Photos of last January flow
Sun shines on white crystals
Pulling on boots and gloves
The shovel groans
“It’s too cold. Can’t we wait?”
I look at today’s forecast
Last year’s high is today’s low
I can enjoy my pictures of snow
(my shovel agrees)
rub hands together
last January’s photo
The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is
Shoukan or Less Cold. I confess I am enjoying above freezing temps.
Sun stands still
blazing rays drink deeply
I keep walking
good to know you’ve got a friend
no matter what the time the season
bone chilled or sun filled days
someone on whom you can depend
warm and welcome winter’s lantern
a shelter from sheer dark and cold
a hand to lead through the snow fields
at days end the embers burn
so sweet and sunny are my dear friends
open door to veranda’s green
summer always springs eternal
love’s smile faithful fragrance send
No matter the season we all need friends. The folks at Poet’s United are friends for all seasons. The prompt today is
summer or winter/ Solstice
Enjoy James Taylor singing “You’ve got a Friend”
willow’s tears frozen
memories freed in the thaw
another heart breaks
The last Carpe Diem haiku for March is
I breathe in fresh dawn of a new day
I look back upon the crisp winter morn
before my shovel through the snow it breaks
I can see where nature between winter’s thaw is torn
but I’ll choose the welcome Pacific spray
I wanted to share a Fresh opportunity to share your poetry for a project (that I am part of) that will benefit orphans of Ebola. If you write poetry have a
“FRESH” is This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge
Memory of the Sun
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
Grass grows yellower.
Faintly if at all the early snowflakes
Water becoming ice is slowing in
The narrow channels.
Nothing at all will happen here again,
Will ever happen.
Against the sky the willow spreads a fan
The silk’s torn off.
Maybe it’s better I did not become
Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
What is it? — Dark?
Perhaps! Winter will have occupied us
In the night.
Anna what would you say of your people’s strife in Ukraine today? You who understands such chilling silences and loud absences of loved ones. You speak of a winter that you know too well.
I am just learning about this Ukranian/ Russian poet. Anna understood the pain of having a pen that spoke for her and those she loved died because of the ink that never got a chance to dry.
Her life is winter
icicles cling to the forlorn
spring – an idea
(out of love for Anna)
On the 8th the world celebrates Woman’s Day. What better way to do so than to share the work of a strong poet who suffered much at the hand of communism. I share her words with
Between strong legs
I look beyond the porch
waves of snow hemmed in with ice
once I would have savored cold
challenging the white waves
feeling exuberance of youth
I lay down at his feet
soaking in homey warmth
his knowing reflects in my eyes
together we dream by the fire
Today I needed to be warmed from the inside out. As I share this poem with
Poet’s Pantry , I take a look into a friend’s eyes whom I dearly miss.