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