Winter Haiku: Continued

by Charles de Lint

2004

January 3

This morning, the sky

is the exact same grey white

as the fields below

January 5

More grey skies; today

they tuck in the streets and fields

with a snow blanket

January 6

The cold hangs like a

silence, stiff and absolute,

and unforgiving

January 8

Moon through the window:

a perfect circle in the

skylight's wooden frame

January 9

Bitter cold last night,

but the pub was jumping with

people and music

January 10

Sunlight brittle and

bright on the snow;air as sharp

as an ice sliver

January 11

Sunday morning wakes

under a blanket of white;

snow falls thick and fast

January 12

Boughs laden with snow,

the evergreens are humming

tunes by Bing Crosby

January 14

Air so brittle and

cold, I feel I have to spoon

it into my lungs

January 16

Dusk falls, grey and cold;

a time of half seen things and

possibilities

January 21

Deep winter night brings

to us the mystery of

Mongolian Steppes

(Huun Huur Tu at the Black Sheep Inn)

January 22

Cooper's hawk in our

front yard maple;takes a short

rest, feathers wind-blown

January 27

The days are getting

longer, but dusk still falls like

dark cloak on the snow

January 31

We are all of us

dreamers, dreaming our dreams of

somehow and somewhen

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