This is an almost shockingly wise essay. I'm glad I've finally read it.

so cold one winter I nailed quilts over windows to keep us all warm #dailyhaikuprompt quilt

'To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring.' -John Clare 🎨 Lucy Grossmith

Dear friends, I wish you blessings of the season. K Christmas Eve A whirling galaxy of starlings at sunset on Christmas Eve. Star – lings (a bright and shining name for such a dark and dusky bird) A murmurration of stars sweeping the darkling night, making a moving path for the Milky Way

all I want for Christmas is you and me til the star burns out

morning fog~ a blackbird sings without a body #haiku

tracking the wren-paths ribbons cast into clear air stars shining through thorns

in the middle of a very hard week we have dinner as a family play a board game after and I explode with love

it is hard to be hopeful; we must hope doubly hard

it's so cold today that the tears in our eyes aren't tears at all

time breathes through dark clouds seconds fall like snow #haiku

bleary with daydreams every childhood memory an Alice and rabbit in parallax

winter morning~ the glass baubles gather little suns #haiku

root-tips probe the soil the dark slowness of winter aches like a sore tooth

each with its own name stars come out across the garden passing into dawn #dailyhaikuprompt star

we fill our pockets with first star wishes carrying them all the way home #dailyhaikuprompt star

I mother my mother through winter’s fog… her hands, now the tiny ones, light as falling snow #tankathursday (burden) #tanka #haiku #poetry *using a haiku I wrote earlier this year

shattered wind clouds give way to the sun the garden suddenly beautiful #Photography Maria Carvalho @immcarvalho.bsky.social

Bewitching cold spell A moment frozen in time— Sugar-coated world (My 📸) #vss365 #bewitched #haiku

in this life the loss mounts up in proportion to the love and there's a lake that fills the space between hills and you cannot tell, you can't figure out what is what in the end

frozen night~ each star a shard of glass #haiku

snow ices the lawn— my grandmother’s oatmeal cookies

winter silence only the white breath of a lone cardinal #dailyhaikuprompt #cardinal #haiku

the turn towards winter all my thoughts become the moon

photographs of winters past I carry your heart in my throat

haze hangs low not fog but almost giving the garden a faraway look as if it's lost in thought an owl hooos softly

moonlight, paths of fox and hare #7syllablesentence #fox

#dailyhaikuprompt #juncos the first snowfall decorating a fir tree dark eyed juncos

the snow has fallen while we slept and covered our dreams with new

the first of December I crack open a book pages like snow footprints to elsewhere

thin blanket — I pull the night closer #poetry #haiku

glancing up at dusk scrolling from the western sky dragon-haunted clouds

time is different in winter's house it will sit and look you in the eye while you sit staring back

pale dawn~ snow breaks sharply at each step #haiku

the sudden switch to hunkering down our eyes fall back into our heads and read what winter writes

The act of returning is not failure, but fidelity, a devotion to understanding, to honoring the thing that was and might be again. To place a stone on the grave to repeat the name of the bird.

Repetition becomes a form of reverence, a gesture, a kind of accumulation, a deliberate layering of attempts. 1of2

daily morning walk still stretching to smell it all my dog-less shadow #haiku #senryu

going through my grandparents' things I cannot give my children the weight of what they mean

could anyone please help with at least part of this soon, even if a bit after 5?

after the rain came the sky lay down in the field where the river was

out of town I try on a different skin

withered grass our dry lipped kisses hello goodbye #DailyHaikuPrompt

tasseled in gold wands of withered grasses wave autumn magic #dailyhaikuprompt wither

bleached bones of brick tanned with withered moss November's drought #dailyhaikuprompt wither

a pause for reflecting; the hinge of time where all doors meet

wasting toward winter my hands fat with gold

into the dusk sky all the finches of the field leaving us behind

winter night~ a fairy stitching snowflakes on ivy