Haiku 2017/365

Wander off the path.
Follow the distant bird-song.
Shadows are waiting.

Haiku 2017/364

last Christmas tree left
on the whole block of houses
blinking in the dark

Haiku 2017/363

the lakeside trees wave
at their rippling reflections
waving back and forth

Haiku 2017/362

Shadows come quickly.
Clear skies, winter afternoon.
It's warm in the sun.

Haiku 2017/361

smudged grey winter light
shadows of crooked branches
songs of unseen birds

Haiku 2017/359 - 360

2017/360 (26 December 2017)
the lights are turned low
we go about our business
silent empty rooms

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2017/359 (25 December 2017)
so neatly raked up
on a cold winter morning:
a pile of brown leaves

Haiku 2017/358

shattered glass glitters
haloed around the wrecked car
no one is about

Haiku 2017/357

those leaves are still green,
still clinging to their home branch:
what does winter mean

Haiku 2017/356

dirty dishes wait
stacked up in the kitchen sink
the night air is crisp

Haiku 2017/355

plates of tempura
rays of afternoon sunlight
little piles of gold

Haiku 2017/354

little maple leaves
curled and red on the green lawn:
shoals of tiny crabs

Haiku 2017/353

overnight rainclouds
under cover of darkness
we wake to damp dawns

Haiku 2017/352

this smooth silver lake
should have swans floating on it
life is so cruel

Haiku 2017/351

darkness descending
colored Christmas lights twinkle
like streets full of stars

Haiku 2017/350

too sick for haiku
but perceptions keep coming
just not in right measures

Haiku 2017/349

pale light of winter
broad breast of a silver swan
lakes glowing like glass

Haiku 2017/348

flopping like a fish
day sinks beneath the waters
such pretty moonshine

Haiku 2017/347

eating fried chicken
watching little birds fly by
life sure is funny

Haiku 2017/346

little golden leaves
dropping as the rain would drop
if it ever rained

Haiku 2017/345

unliving leaves wait
for the liberating winds
to send them flying