Thread the ice needle.
Silver embroideries that ,
shine in the sun's light.

This is all done from memory. Here in Massachusetts, I actually went Christmas shopping on the 23rd of December, surrounded by folks in T-shirts and flip-flops! So far here there has been no snow to speak of. I'm loving it but the Flora and fauna around here are having serious issues! The daffodils have bloomed twice, and last week I had to kill mosquitos at work!

BJ

Light shone ice crystals;
Majestic in their dances,
shine with  their magic.

Nice to see you hanevi and thanks for the insight as this is very new to me, and very addictive!

magic curtains play, 
silent gusts of light  blow wild
over icy seas

This is just imagination! I've only seen clips of northern lights and can only imagine land always winter clad. 

You're welcome Dinhi! I've been addicted to Haiku for years; i just don't get time to keep in touch with the threads here. :(

Seas, fling themselves at
the shore. The dance ends. Begin
again, life cycles.

It is not Winter per se, but it happens in winter. Sorry, maybe I should try again.

Seas, violent surge.
Cast sailors and ships toward
reefs. Raging storms, Peace.

Well you choose. 
BJ

Cycles of ice break;
Cycles are natures healer;
Will man survive it.

Drekinn, I am a habitual rhymer, I have struggled through these NOT rhyming!  I will give the next bunch a go!

It lands with a smack;
Sends cold tingles through your spine:
Snowball down your back.

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hanevi: Thanks for the tribute and words of flattery. I'm truly touched. I seem to be drawn to any form of word-related challenge - the english language is indeed one of deep fascination and demands my respect and attention.

Dinhi: Ah excellent, a rival rhymer. Good luck to you.

Back again the snow.
Flakes fluffy and white fall, stop.
Off again, Don't Go!

Ok is this what you do to rhyme? Are we filled with hubris to change rules so ancient, or just assisting in an evolution of sorts?
BJ

Go soft my loved one,
into the  light so cherished.
I miss you deeply.

My puppy of 13 years passed last evening.  I am a bit lost.  The snow was his favorite element, I can see him playing as I type.

Deeply loved, you will
be deeply missed. In my heart,
snow falls bittersweet.

You have my deepest sympathy. I miss mine still after thirty years. Now the memories are smiles. The unconditional love, and unswerveing loyalty is irreplaceable.

BJ

Bittersweet not sour;
Sun shines warm and lovingly;
I will catch you soon

Thank you BJ, my hubby and are struggling though the toughest eve, tomorrow will be better.  Sven comes home in two weeks, basked in cobalt blue and memories that will last a life time.  He does not know he has died yet, he lingers here and I will continue my routine, the spirits say [American Indian] that I need to be "regular" in my routine, till he can be free to go.  I created a tribute for him, will post it in my fractal gallery tomorrow.  I am a poser and writer at heart, imagery is second but has taken first from the beginning.  I take from my images, stories...I will tell his tomorrow.
Thank you so much BJ...

Soon the gloom will rise:
Pierced by soothing rays of light;
Dries those teary eyes.

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Dinhi: Sorry to hear about your loss. Hope this haiku helps.

BJ: You're right, it is rather sacrilegious to taint such age-old convention, but it sure is satisfying.

Eyes bright by days light;
Morning gone to afternoon;
Moments pass, smiles wait.

Very nice Drekinn, much appreciated

Wait for the return,
then, release your friend. for his
next great adventure.

I think we got a little off the winter path, but the passing of a loyal friend deserves tribute.

BJ

Adventures snow bound!
Lumber your trees carefully;
Winter has arrived.

Thank you BJ and Drekinn...winter has arrived. 

I am in constant contact with the Flat Coat Retriever Society, they rescue and put up for adoption, flat coats.  I am second in wait for a new addition.  The angeles are good and loving.

Arrived with fury!
It waited so long to come,
Much work, short time, FREEZE!

I'm glad to hear abot the pending adoption, keep us posted. 
BJ

Freeze swallows the land;
Bitter cold beauty breathing;
Sun shine glistens bright.

I have seen so many amazing pictures from the ice rain that swept across the states.  Brought back some cold memories!  I lived through 2 major ice storms and will never forget the incredible quite and stunning beauty that followed.

I lost the adoption, but its OK!  Things happen for a reason.  I am lucky to be on the list for the next one!  

Super Haiku BJ, and thank you for your support and kind words!

Bright sun, visual
heat, belies the frigid truth.
Frost nips, winds bite. Feast.

Perhaps Sven, making sure you get the best. We had an ice storm in Colorado while I lived there. No power for eight days! We did a lot of barbequeing, but my waterbed froze solid! That was very funny after it was all over. I'll keep a good thought for the next adoption. Thanks for reading my poem!
BJ

Feast, or of famine
whatever derivation
enjoy each morsel

When my brother passed, in July, he began a journey away from pain and suffering [Scleroderma] for that I am Grateful...for his connection and humor that is still so strong, I am blessed. To have our loved ones on the other side, away from pain, is comforting even though our hearts still ache.

Blessings to you, Dinhi.

Morsel so divine,
as frozen sugarcane sweet;
Winter gives her kiss.

Thanks BJ and E much appreciated!  There are lots of comfort in memories.

Kiss the nose, cold pink.
Cuddle together for warmth.
Winter advantage.

Good news! My poem, rainbow's Bay is being published in Diane and David's local paper! I'm so excited! I'll be an internationally published author! 
BJ

Advantage challange;
Brisk the morning wake that be;
Slumber close in warmth.

I am so proud of you!  Wonderful news, keep us posted!

Warmth melted away
Ice penetrated my heart
Spring will never come

thought i might jump in ;-)
Dirk

Seasoned state of mind;
Warmth melted frigid beating;
Winters grasp at hand.

Much more fun when others play!
Dinese

Come join in the fun!
Winter is playing tag with
spring! We freeze, to thaw!

Hand scraping ice off.
Feet slipping treacherously,
Oh! see winter's joy.

Wasn't sure if I should follow Dinhi's or Dirk's, so I gave them both a go! Welcome aboard Sir!
Gotta sleep back to work tonight! 16 below today, a heat wave! Tonight's going to be really cold!
BJ

Joy at last prevails:
Ice storms, sleet, and blinding snow,
Fused with death-cold gales.

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Unfortunately down here in Oz we don't experience such white winter wonders. :sad:

Gales brought frosty winds;
Measures taken to protect
all that is green now.

We had a snap of frost very early this morning, the weather alerts in our area strongly reminded folks to cover their plants and bring all animals inside.  Up north, where I am originally from, plants were in hibernation and if there were pets outside they were quite comfortable in it. 

I rather enjoy writing about the snow and the cold!  I really don't miss the winter blankets and my joints are very comfortable without them!  Just this bit of cold has my shoulder screaming for spring!   Winter in all of her majestic beauty can be found online...yeah!

Now the time has come;
Hypothermic tragedies:
All my limbs are numb.

Numb  permeates all;
Laboring movement, hands cold;
Rest by the warm fire.

They say another freeze watch in effect this evening, a spat of about 4 hours "hard frost" .  I have to laugh, I have yet to see their "hard" frost after each "watch"  Watch does mean, here it comes  no? 

Fire light flickers bright;
Flaming tendrils hug you tight,
On this cold dark night.

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I think I may be overdoing the rhyming, but it's such a delight (oops, sorry).

White and cold delight;
Rising moon light flickers bright;
Walk with me tonight.

I forgot about the rhyming element, fun twist 

Tonight full moon's rise.
Damp in the air, moonbeams make,
magical moonbow.

Working on a poem, a myth from chilhood, it involves a moonbow. It was on my mind.
BJ

Moonbow wrapped up tight;
Holding on to dreams tonight,
tomorrow we dance.

I have never heard the term BJ, I can only think of the moon hugging the stars.  I used to love to dream about the man on the moon as a child....  I cannot wait to read your poem!

Dance around your soul
Tonight I will lose myself
A feast of colours

Dirk

Colors present now;
Blue to red, orange to green,
they dance in the snow.

Snow turning bright red
Verdun comes under attack
Humanity died

Dirk

Died and left weeping
Mothers of sons and husbands;
No replacements please.

Please get off my case,
Lest this hefty clump of snow,
Strikes you in the face.

Face up to the sky,
tongue held waiting for the flakes;
Cold and delicious.

Someone having a bad day?

Delicious snowcone:
Ice-shavings topped with syrup;

• Oh, wait, it's winter.

Delicious hot drink:
Steaming mug of chocolate;
Gives me time to think.

--

Dinhi: hehe.. no, just alluding to a playful snowball fight.

Morning and the Pain
Each returns as eyes open
Come back Cold Darkness!

Think, drift, doze, fireplace.
Inviting dreamy travels,
while cuddling here.

It has reached below zero for the third day in a row. BRRR!
BJ

Here is where we wait;
Cold and drifting snow abound;
Gathering closer.

Back at ya D!

Think quickly its time,to scoop a handful of snow;Aim and take shot now! 

Closer than your kiss
yet what do I know of snow?
sand-white, downy flakes...

Flakes that fall gently
upon frost laden covers;
Wake to melt mid day.

Day breaks this chill'd night;
spring breathes warmth down winter's neck.
Melting heart of snow.

On days like today, not  cloud in the sky, blue, not cold, not warm, a slight chill in the air in February, my northern friends huddled indoors dreaming of Spring... I know- this is why I live in Florida!

Snow falls, covers all.
No ugliness here for now.
White and pure, magic!

My sister lives in FLA, she's digging out of the tornado damage right now so she's not laughing quite as loud over my three inches of snow. 
BJ

Magic fills the air;
Clear and crisp deep snow covers;
The children know joy.

Wow BJ, your right!  DeLand got socked pretty good twice this year!  Glad to hear no one was harmed.

Joy to catch a cold:
Stuffy nose and mucus flows;
Worse things go untold.

--

I can only dread what those 'worse things' could be.

Untold stories live
between the coco and fire;
Pass the marshmallows.

Marshmallows hearthside:
toasted, browning edges, hot.
Sugar on my tongue.

No marshmallows in my river city today... high in the 70s. Winter is slipping away to unveil a dream of spring... or something like that!