Barren Hill [Haiku]

the trees are bare;
winter winds picked them clean.
a bird lands, chirps, & flees.

DAILY PHOTO: Light & Shadow on a Midwinter Afternoon

River Snow by Liu Zongyuan [w/ Audio]

From one thousand mountains, birds have vanished.
Over ten-thousand paths, not one footprint.
A lone boat, an old man in coarse cloak and hat:
Just he, fishing in the cold, river snow.

Original Chinese:

千山鳥飛絕
萬徑人蹤滅
孤舟蓑笠翁
獨釣寒江雪

Waking to Snow [Haiku]

first snowy morn.
 the only signs of life:
  plodding footprints.

Depreciation [Tanka]

in the morning,
 a fresh blanket of snow
  makes the world look new.
 by day's end, it's well-trodden:
  a car driven off the lot.  

DAILY PHOTO: Sümeg Castle in Winter from a Distance

Frost Spiral [Haiku]

grape tendrils
 encased in crystalline frost.
  blows into cupped palms.

The Dead Space [Lyric Poem]

The trees will soon be barren, all.
 It is that time of year -- the Fall.

The understory never was,
 and can't now house the insect buzz.

And, so, the woods stand silently --
 nothing treads in peace, nor violently.

It's empty; devoid of motion:
 life hides below, as in Oceans.

It does feel like we're out to sea -
 a strange place where both sides are lee.

And - so - we're stuck, we can't move on,
 but can see promise over yon.

DAILY PHOTO: Budapest Roofs Under Blue Skies

Cold Moon [Haiku]

my breath mingles
 with a bright white moon, on a
  cold winter night.