Monday 6 January

 

What? Light through yonder

Window breaks? I guess that makes 

It quarter to eight.

 

Tuesday 7 January

 

Dark winter teatimes

They love the most for hot baked

Beans on buttered toast.

 

Wednesday 8 January

 

Warm inn, cold out, sup

Beer, say nowt, drink up, turn, go,

Lift latch, tramp through snow.

 

Thursday 9 January

 

By Jove, a wood stove!

Load it, light it, shut the door

Orange flames, warm roar.

 

Friday 10 January

 

White field. Slate grey sky.

Stillest, starkest, featureless,

Fathomless silence.

 

Weekend Haiku

From Judith Taylor

 

Nose red, lips chipped. toes

Dead; misery transformed by

Magic of fresh snow.

 

Weekend Haiku

From Chalkie

 

Frozen Big Waters

Mallards sitting on the ice

All are hungry now.

 

Weekend Haiku

From Big Za

 

Cold out.  Breathing clouds

that go before every word

I communicate.