Faces of Winter - Dan Lukiv arious haiku and senryu in this collection have appeared in temps libres (Belgium), Green Apples (Slovenia), Current Accounts (England), Japanophile (USA), Point Judith Light (USA), The Piedmont Review (USA), Writer’s Exchange (USA), Quesnelnews.com, Borders and Time, Haiku and Tanka Anthology, The Student Voice, and The Westcoast Reader. I see an iceberg Glinting in Glacier Bay-- Winter in a pond. A violet sky-- A comet spreads such white mist Above tree-dark hills. A distant dog howls As a lunar eclipse hangs Between naked birch. Bees dead In ice--what warmth Fooled them? The winter sun Above the river-ice Above the cold water Lightning strikes A single pine That flies apart. Cariboo-Winter Straddles the Fraser Like a clawed beast. Through frosty glass: Bushes blurred and black, Rattling in the wind. Hoarfrost, White like a full moon, Dripping in the sun. Hoarfrost-fingers Reaching towards the Sky. Snow-filled trees Cover this hillside: Brilliance at dusk. Snow-dust wind Snakes along asphalt, And then it’s gone. Hailstones pound Winter-dried leaves That crackle. -35, And yet rays through this window Burn my face. Wind in black Tree tops, whistling as the Sun sets. Tangerine glows Just above the blue ridge-- Then it’s gone. Pine tops pierce White fog of the Cold morning. Distant rain-streaks, Dark, falling in cold wind, Coming this way. Rain Fills the forest With sound. As the rain falls, Still the wet old woman Calls her cat. In darkness, Barren birch: white and stringy. My heart quickens. Northern Lights Opening and closing Doors to green. Wind rattles windows While a child pretends to sleep In darkness. In the forest Dark trees in midnight-wind Sing. At sunset-- Salmon-clouds with Red bellies. Chunks of river-ice Floating by the wooden bridge-- Faces of winter. Dan Lukiv is a writer, educator, and frequent contributor to canadian content. comments about this article? give us feedback