Winter Haikus

Haiku poems inspired by winter.

 

snow falling at night

a hush covers the city

enchanting my walk

waking up to white

the first snowfall of winter

magic overnight

bright spots in the dark

twinkle, twinkle little lights

winter starry sky

humming Christmas songs

as I walk on ice and snow

sliding! falling! ouch! 

Thoughts on Thanksgiving

A couple days before the Thanksgiving holiday, I was working on writing a haiku poem.  Maybe it is the time of year, but I kept coming back to words like Thankful and Grateful.  

I feel thankful to have had a better year.  I am thankful that I am able to go outside and see friends.  I am grateful that my friends and family are all doing well.

I realized that I am hopeful… for many things… but mostly for possibilities that each new day brings.  I am so blessed to have my four-year old niece in my life on a daily basis.  She teaches me to be patient,  kind and live in the moment.  I am hopeful for her future.

I will try to remember to be kind to all those I meet.  A simple act of kindness may change someone’s day in a positive way.  

One must not forget the importance of love and remember to be open to the possibilities and blessings that love brings.

I had many ideas of how words work together to invoke the feelings of Thanksgiving.  Below is the haiku poem inspired by my thoughts.

Words of Thanksgiving

Hopeful, Blessed, Loving and Kind,

Thankful and Gratitude.

Fall Inspired Haiku Poetry

 

skill of hand writing

the pen glides over the page

lost art from the past?

Indian summer

a glorious time of year

blessed with warm fall days

meteor shower

shooting stars through crisp fall air 

natures fireworks

the apple orchard

bursting with fresh fruit to pick

its time to harvest

the old harvest moon

hangs in the inky black sky

lighting up the night

 

 

Summer inspired Haiku Poetry

every shade of blue

not a cloud in the big sky

it feels like summer

heat is stifling

ice tea, sunglasses, cool pool

help take the edge off

asleep in the sun

red as a boiled lobster

yep, that’s gonna hurt

standing by the gate

waiting for your arrival

summer light fading

scent, colour, sound, touch

my mother’s flower garden

feast for the senses

outline of mountains

across the perfect clear sky

oh! to be outside