Thursday, November 30, 2006

nippy day
hand in hand
glad she's wearing gloves
cookie recipes --
she tells me about
her first time

-Deborah P Kolodji
winter warning-
electric blanket
defeats the alarm
watering the plants
suddenly discovering
sparkling icicles
naked mulberry branches
glistening in the moonlight
distant snows -
the heaviness of boots
on their homeward march



Already the expectation is driving them crazy. A gift that cannot be opened. Cannot be hidden. Cannot be wrapped. A gift that eats other gifts. Is it born yet? What color is it? Does it have a name? When I wake up at night I think old thoughts: about responsibility, unconditional love, discipline, puddles. I think: is Santa ready for this?

Shih Tzu
the kids have a field day
pronouncing it

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

winter calmness...
awakened by a spider
on my cheek
late November —
game after game
of solitaire

midnight shopping

midnight shopping
a supermarket aisle

lined with poinsettias

Little Onion
grim-faced shoppers
a tramp sings
beneath Christmas lights

Monday, November 27, 2006

winter dusk -
spent leaves twirl about
before rest

Stephanie Roberts
late winter light
on the wind-ruffled lake, ducks
curl into themselves

arranging Christmas lights
outside, the sky reds and blues

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Late autumn
church bells
toll in the sunset
fall with snowflakes
to the ground
leaving foot prints
soon to disappear
the dog's icy nose
nudges me awake through
the warmth of the quilt


Saturday, November 25, 2006

caught in a shower -
my hands too wet to text
‘I want to come home’

night rain lashes -
out of synch with the gale
of your snores
the skaters
spin and glide
shadows of gulls on the ice

Friday, November 24, 2006

dense fog-
I become a one-eyed pirate
with a headstrap lamp

Alan Summers is currently involved with the ambidextrous/Soft C haiku project at Newton Park campus, Bath Spa University, U.K.

See and listen to Alan Summers read his lime quarter haiku, with haiku from a number of students!

Link: BroadcastLab project: Haiku with Alan Summers by Ambidextrous and Soft C (ArtsWork Bath Spa University)
Black Friday
two dogs growl over
turkey scraps

-Dustin Neal
last persimmon
falls from a bare limb-
smell of winter

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Christmas party
not so senile
he steals his neighbour's whisky
Thanksgiving traffic —
all those turkeys
behind the wheel

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

snow squalls -
in the office thinking about
duck decoys

snow flurries -
the restless hunting dog
paces the floor

the last dogwood leaf —
forgetting where
I put the rake

photo by mmm

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Friends & Poets,

I have the itch to publish a 50 to 75 page book of my published and selected haiku (and possibly tanka) from the past two years. I think it would cost me about $100 to publish with at least fifteen copies. I would like to know who would be interested in purchasing the copy? I would probably sell the book for about $7. Anyway, if nobody seems interested, I would probably still publish. I’m just looking for support.

Dustin Neal
the first snowflake
on the first Christmas card
the hot cider sweeter

hibernation -
the widower shelters
a new friend

Stephanie Roberts

Monday, November 20, 2006

Lost and bare

cold bare flat-
we wait for Sky to reconnect us
to Lost

LINK: Lost on Sky
leonids --
the sparkle
in her laugh

-Deborah P Kolodji
flickering on the hill
the luminous vests
of school children
the Christmas bauble
fallen from the loft
still whole and shining


cold morning
even the limbs of trees
feel stiff

words: mandy smith
photo: kris foo
winter coat --
today's snow line


Sunday, November 19, 2006

frost on the hives
monks in their cells
first snow on the hills
at the bus-stop
red faces
winter drizzle -
flowersellers huddle in the mist
the silent temple bells

injured wings -
a mother mends
the paper angel

Stephanie Roberts

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Overcast sky
forecast for the night
of the meteor shower
November deepens
last week's crimson maple
is now bare
winter winds
buffet sparrows from
tree to tree
troops embark leaves
fall onto dead ones
practising Silent Night
hope the baby next door
will stop crying


Friday, November 17, 2006

Christmas shopping
above a sea of faces
a Rabbi holding his hat
flannel pajamas -
the young boy engulfed
in dinosaurs

Stephanie Roberts
in the attic
amongst dusty Christmas lights
a baby mouse


Thursday, November 16, 2006

Winter Haiku 2006

in the cemetery
only the seraphim are beaming
All Souls Day

Vic Gendrano

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

the beautiful leaves
hang shy in the light
won't fall until I look away

Santa is Everywhere

photo by mmm

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Haiku Hike London

The Renewability Haiku Hike
The "Renewability Haiku Hike" will take place on Saturday and Sunday, November 18th and 19th 2006. On Saturday 18th, there will be a Haiku Workshop and on Sunday 19th a walk around the London 2012 Olympic site. All welcome to one or both these events.
Event details here.
the ferris wheel turns
screaming shadows
against the moon
morning chill -
limbs trembling
beneath a blanket

Stephanie Roberts
high school reunion...
we view the leaves falling
in different ways
Jupiter sinking
into sunset --
retirement party

-Deborah P Kolodji

Monday, November 13, 2006

cold lodgings
one birthday card
November fog —
an unpaid bill
in the recycle bin

Evening walks

Street light went off
emerging band of stars
all wet, cold and dark
in a November night -
wish you were here.

the earth

the earth
tilted back from the sun
denying me warmth
again and again
you leave me to sleep alone
the hunt -
a gentle doe
searches for nuts

Stephanie Roberts
bare branch
the hawk has flown
this Veteran's Day
Veterans' Day
a glimpse of
the old buck

originally posted to Hunting Haiku Daily

Sunday, November 12, 2006

winter roadworks-
looking forward to christmas
without old cracker jokes
home from camp
sorting those mismatched socks
the wind through the cracks

on the altar
of the last supper
a vase of poppies

(remembrance Sunday)

Veteran's Day

Veteran’s Day —
an old woman wipes the dew
from a monument

Saturday, November 11, 2006

cold streets
behind curtains
shadows embrace

pecans hold on


Friday, November 10, 2006

Narrow Road to the North -
the hot choice always out
on vending machines

Alan's Travel Fridge Magnet
cold wind from the sea
the chinese girl's
erhu trembles

(erhu: two stringed violin-like)

winter fair

winter fair
a man picks candyfloss
from his beard

Little Onion

November sun

November sun —
let’s ignore the unraked leaves
just one more day
withering wind
heads bowed in and out
of church


Thursday, November 09, 2006

Day after the election
my grinning coworker
high-fives me in the hallway
watching the river
running into
the dipper's mouth

November rain

November rain —
the conductor sneaks a smoke
between stops

north wind

north wind --
sunlight burrows into
a patch of moss

Trading Post

Just two days before Thanksgiving, we’re still here. My bed is a futon, at the back of the Navajo Mountain Trading Post, Utah. The post has been abandoned for years. Empty display cases crowd the front of the store, but in the rear several of us sleep. Rich, his cot in the old walk-in freezer. Terry in the rug room, the rugs and saddle blankets long gone, hanging on adobe walls in Santa Fe. My own bed is next to the trader’s office, where accounts were kept: so much Blue Bird flour for so many bags of can still find the receipts in the drawers. Outside, a half-inch of snow. Next to the post is a residence, old house, full of holes. We eat there, bust up pinyon branches on the concrete floor of the living room, feed it to the stone fireplace, stone from the mountain, blocks of sandstone that the Anasazi flaked into metates. Our Navajo backhoe driver sleeps in his car, keeping his distance. We invite him in to the fire. The locals think we’re crazy, still here at Thanksgiving, digging up the Anasazi, the ancient enemy. At night, when I get up to pee I have to cross outside, across the thin corn snow to the trader’s home, across the open porch with the floor of shaped sandstone slabs. There is water on the floor where it comes in from the gaping roof, juniper beams holding up Orion.

awake at two
I step on a wet toad
in the kitchen;
all this talk of divorce
giving me ideas

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

last mow

last mow of the year
spent fireworks
and cat shit

the dog's breath
joins the puff of smoke
this cold night



changes in Congress —
the dog chases a crow
from the compost pile

frosty night
the musician tunes the guitar
to her breath
my messy path
full of bright red stars
...acer shedding
artist opens his pad
finds the winter sky
already on the page

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

goblins at Allhallowmas

the goblins go back
into their books

Student Union Bar-
discussing haiku poems
as cheerleaders practice

dense fog-
I become a one-eyed pirate
with a headstrap lamp
winter birdsong
squirrel's tail

Election Day

Election Day —
my socks
don’t match
lamps flicker
as the chants rise into
an incense filled evening


Monday, November 06, 2006

Dusk deepens
bare trees silhouetted
against the darkening sky

bonfire night

bonfire night
every swoosh and spray

Words & Photograph by Gerald England
frosted fields
cattle nibble at
little puffs of steam
eastern vision
giant frosty moon

Sunday, November 05, 2006


of suicidal leaps-
colorful leaves
soften my steps
from autumn to winter
winter sun
the child wonders
at his shadow
first frost
anoraked children
with no hands
through the fog
the squeak- thump- squeak
of a milkman's cart


Is This the Last One?

wind chasing sun west
full moon closing in
another weekend
with love

Saturday, November 04, 2006

the robin watches
a mason carving stone
freezing nose
cold wind blowing
through tangled briar
something's bones picked clean
rearranging cupboards
tucked amongst the woollens
a sprig of lavender


hunter's moon

hunter’s moon —
the tension at the end
of the dog’s leash

Friday, November 03, 2006

in slovene:

prva slana
njegov glas
prek telefona
frosty night
depth of stars
next door's drunk snores

double fence

two fences block
border trespassers
migrating birds

Vic Gendrano
halloween pumpkins
a week later
looking glum
afternoon stroll
along the sluggish stream
a heap of fallen leaves


At sunrise

At sunrise
the scarecrow's long shadow
on the frost-silvered field
first day
of frost
never so many crows


winter vile weather
where are you my love
close the window
sunlit kitchen
in the morning stillness
a cat's meow


winter's arrival

Our first snow arrived today...too soon!
But the chicken soup smells great...

Thursday, November 02, 2006

warm winter day

warm winter day…
behind the laughing buddha
a vendor naps
first autumn frost
sketches the stars
on transparent canvas

First published in lexicon (fall 2005), 15


palm trees and tequila-
november frost
gypsies make camp
across from the cemetery
spirits lift

Little Onion

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

All Saints' Day

All Saints' Day
through my blues harp
I howl at the moon

quiet town

late at the office-
the town is so quiet...
after All Hallows Eve
All Saints' Day —
the statue of Jesus
holds a damp cigarette

All Saints' Day

Welcome to the Winter 2006 Haiku Blog!

All Saints’ Day —
as the train leaves the station
she lets her hair down

November 1st

The temperature here has really dropped overnight as we move from October to November, from Autumn into Winter.

Falling Leaves is now closed to contributions and I'm looking forward to see a feast of work on here to keep us warm over the coming months.