the winter in haiku

At the beginning of the year, I committed to writing haiku on a regular basis. It was cold and dark, and I was desperately seeking inspiration (which, apparently, can not be found in the personals section of The Stranger). Often, when I’m depleted of creativity, I search for words or images that stand out for me, and words and poetry can feel like food for my soul. So, I embarked on a renewed practice of haiku.

After just a few days of evoking images through haiku, haiku became a way for me to see the world- envisioning nature in a cadence of five, seven, and five. I found that I more often than not had to set foot outside before finding my haiku voice, and that when I did, I was muttering to myself and taking my hands out of my pockets to count syllables on my fingers (this must be done on bare hands- mittens ruin the experience). Through my daily haiku practice, as I worked the parts of my brain specially reserved for math and poetic inspiration, my heart felt like it opened up a little. The small act of filtering out nonsense and attempting to capture a moment in seventeen syllables was (and is) an incredible experience. And, some might say, this practice can lead to enlightenment (there’s always hope).

So, with the Spring Equinox just a few days away, I thought I would share my winter in haiku (to be read in reverse from present day to New Year’s Day). Some sweetness, irreverence, and nonsense to fill a page. My initial hope was to have enough lines to form a haiku mala, but I decided this was enough. Because it certainly isn’t the end of my haiku love affair. Just another practice that I continue to keep in my toolbox of goodness.

 Shiny drops of rain
Balanced upon blades of grass
How do you do that?
 
Dreamt of pilgrimage
Ancient forests, distant lands
And woke up inspired
 
Little pink blossoms
Under stormy winter sky
Beautiful and strong
 
Another cold day
Anything is possible
With warm gloves and love
 
Drops of winter rain
Forming puddles in the street
How I long for spring
 
Tiny hints of chive
Peeking out from wintered pot
Delicate yet strong
 
Dark clouds hide the moon
Shifting patterns in the sky
Where is the bird song?
 
 Sea glass colored sky
Exchanging the moon for sun
So begins the day
 
How the sun still shines
The world moves on and birds sing
Your presence is missed
 
Glistening water
Under sprawl of snowcapped range
My sweetheart and me
 
Beautiful sunshine
Glistening frost covered earth
Drink it up and smile
 
Beautiful morning
Sound of breath mixed with birdsong
My bicycle bliss
 
Brisk winter morning
Sound of tires in crunching leaves
Love song for my bike
 
Chilly winter rain
Slowly melting hints of snow
Cookie for breakfast
 
Early morning chill
Made bearable by music
Shake my hips and smile
 
Fresh snow upon ice
Upon snow upon more ice
Grateful for warm socks
 
City sounds muffled
By snowfall and wooly hat
Early morning joy
 
Multicolored clouds
Laughing at the snow nonsense
Everything changes
 
Search for snowy owl
In naked winter treetops
Found: my happiness
 
This feels like winter
Icy streets and garden snow
Memories of home
 
Early morning snow
Falling softly to the earth
The sky in prayer
 
The voice in my head
Seems to think she knows so much
And maybe she does
 
The smell of her neck
Moments after I arise
My heart knows of love
 
Another sunrise
As unique as this moment
The beauty of change
 
Frozen bird feeder
Attracts little chickadee
This promise of spring
 
The frost covered leaves
Capture the light of the moon
This, too, is yoga
 
Full moon peeping out
From cover of morning clouds
The courage to shine
 
The city is lights
Reflecting in the dark sky
Why am I awake?
 
Early morning stroll
Listening to winter birds
Sweet old dog and me
 
Early morning stretch
Before the rush of the day
Old dog under feet
 
Under a dark sky
The world seems a quiet place
Kettle screams inside
 
Multicolored sky
Blazing on a New Year’s morn
Reminder of peace

6 thoughts on “the winter in haiku

    • Thanks so much for the affirmation, Christi- You’re so generous. I keep meaning to post how much I adore Farmlet! You and “the bearded one” crack me up. The joy of sustainable, crunchy living!

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