WINTER Livelihood
A Dictionary of Haiku
Jane Reichhold
bean soup
cold rain
falling into bean soup
chopped onions
soup cooking
in the wood stove too
rain on the roof
out shouting
rain on the roof
bean soup
candles
candlelight
opening
shiny doorknobs
not seeing
the candle shorter
the room brighter
red candles
above a rusty wood stove
leaking light
candles
into the hot tub
firepath
dimmed lights
dried flowers imbedded in
candles
cheese making
first daylight
a bowl of whey
pressed from cheese
children visiting
wrinkled hand
fists of another grandchild
clasp mine
open mouthed
amazement seeing grandma
clean her glasses
winter
folded in grandma's linen closet
pure white
unpainted house
a crystal in the window
coloring the walls
chores in winter
after dark
the machine washing
white clothes
winter's cold
dishwater hardens
white grease
dusting
mismatched socks
in hand
silence
after the dishes are washed
a smell of cabbage
unfinished poem
because it stinks
dumping the trash
holes of winter
unseasonable snow
a mended gown
hard flash of light
stabbed by a knife
falling into water
gray dust
the fluffy cat brings something
from under the bed
death in winter
knitting
death watch
a dropped stitch
freezing rain
another breakdown
in the dialysis machine
death watch
one thread
unravels
sobs
the oxygen tank
hisses
death morning
snow flakes falling
each alone
windshield wiper
not brushing away
the tears
the child that dies
before its shape is clear
in heartbeat waters
given in marriage
and with a child
she dies
sucking bones
the toothless old man
buried by a crooked pine
drinking tea
boiling water
to make tea
dulcimer tune
morning light
the taste of snow
in thin tea
heart-shadow
handle of a cup
of herb tea
clear tea
holding a calm
in the storm
out of the cup
cold air giving steam
a shape
farmers in winter
a farmer
how he walks through his meadow
when his boots leak
weathered wood
the old guy leans
on the fence
fishermen in winter
for ships at sea
the sun also
sinks
arthritic knuckles
winter fogs untangle
knotted fish nets
a thin man
opening a jackknife
leans on his elbow
getting fat
garage sale
buying the skinny lady's
old wide pants
foiling heredity
mother and daughter
diets
going to church
stone church
the breath of statues
frosty tonight
mountain villagers
a stony church with candles
warming each other
cry of wind
in chapel walls
chanting mouths
heavy chapel stones
weighed down with bass chanting
a cold apse
Gregorian chants
sunlight on stone walls
rounding warmth
monastery
power lines on
crosses
cathedral
the many visitors
polished rocks
crystal glass
monastery bell fills
it with wine
rows of crosses
a monastery bell tolls
above the vineyard
a sermon
the deep breathing
of a sleeping child
her scarf
covering the sleeping face
a dream soul net
handcrafts
gnarled knuckles
knotting rag rugs
for a hope chest
dulcimer chords
patterns of a quilt
fitting together
spittle strings
collecting threads
from the new quilt
sunrise
string catches colors
on the loom
a shuttle hums
between strings
a deep twang
crippled fingers
the forgotten way
of making paper
winter drizzle
crocheting a blue rug
at the door
knitting
to farmlands
bare trees
weaving a blanket
this wood stove perfumes
carded wool
knitting
to close out the gossip
a stitch snarls
a chalk drawing
a piece of amber
very near pain
stained hands
a rag rug crocheting
winter's evening
deep in winter
the lady lives alone
unfinished baskets
foggy morning finds
a torn book of poems
the patchwork quilt
black buttons
under broken baskets
bugs stare
hunting
before the fire
deer hunters discussing
cars
old hunter
confined to setting traps
for mice
snapped!
caught in a mousetrap
a night's sleep
ice skating
a broken mirror
now the ice breaker pushes apart
the joys of skating
making candy
in the 'fridge
the dark chocolate
with the door closed
making snowmen
the young boy
refusing to build
a snowman
meditation
incense burns
inside a moon shell
whorls of smoke
knots in wood
temple walls echo
a gong
monks slow song
of evening chanting
stomachs growl
tantra monk chants
the mouth nearest mine
breathing
monks chanting
the crooked pine
wind straightened
sun moves
over rough-sawn planks
monks chanting
one bowl koan
Zen students laugh
and lap it up
channels
the balance of chi
in two hands
earth-loosened
ascending heaven
monks chant
earth heavy
chanted prayers ascend
into high humming
lessons
stars during the day
still there
alone in the forest
closing one gate
opening the other
tapered prayer
a lone pine points
into heaven
Zen garden
patterns raked by falling rain
still the dust
stiff from sitting
how welcome the fire
of crooked branches
Zen student
asked the way home
shows his koan
om
the fog horn
hums along
music listening
a flute concert
the cat breathes gently
through her whiskers
soprano solo
measures the cathedral's
highest praise
organ recital
loosened soot falls free
in the stove pipe
piano concert
by firelight the flickering
of notes
the oiliness
of earache medicine
organ music
organ recital
the cherub over the altar
sways in time
organ music
the school principal's words
"go to my office"
church organ music
wondering if my tampon
will hold it all
high tenor voice
carries into a vaulted arch
my tears
harp notes
sewing the hem
of winter's robe
madrigals
humming in pine walls
winds
soprano's aria
a cavity in my tooth
fills with pain
flute concert
salt water crashes
into silver spray
flute concert
blown from foggy skies
silver drizzle
madrigals
from the 15th century
rain continues
music making
Christmas carols
the Buddhist convert
hums along
in notes from the harp
stringing together
evening hours
singing old songs
the surf rolls on the sand
its roar
winter room
warmth of a string vibrating
old songs
desert wind
composing a flute concert
in pine wood
deep at sea
wind in the harp
of whale songs
with the harp
the whole house hums
a windsong
closing his eyes
his horn finds
the blue note
plucking the strings
frozen flakes fall
far from the harp
imported
a German zither
snowflakes
Saturday night
in the widow's cabin
dulcimer music
rented house
harp hollow
cold
lamplight
the room seems empty
without zither notes
outdoor plumbing
going out to pee
he gives it a shake
hurries back to the fire
outdoor plumbing
with a shower of snowflakes
soap bubbles
winter nights
thawing pipes
taking a leak
stars watching
me shower
with snowflakes
starlight
all around the shower
snowflakes
clean feet
on redwood steps
a pad of snow
freezing
an outdoor shower
snow-caked soap
more white
in washed-wet hair
snowflakes
power outage
winter storms
dinner by candlelight
every night
computer software
reading the new manual
by candlelight
lamplight
how small the room
without power
cheese sandwiches
warmed on the wood stove
where soup cooks
yuppie neighbors
with central heating
around the cookstove
without power
the snap sound working
in a mousetrap
haiku poets too
chop wood carry water
when the power's off
religion
dog-eared
Zen Flesh Zen Bones
corners turned down
after the fasting
the bitterness of salt
speaking again
castle of light
a spiritual pattern
on the path
reading
book of poems
on each page fingerprints
of a soul
breathing
underlining sentences
in a book
down from bookshelves
ancient myths come to life
thick ocean fog
paperback romances
the eyes of a woman reading
her own story
finger of darkness
a forest of black shapes
closes my book
remembering ancestors
whispers
my ancestors turning to larva
under the mounds
smoked glasses
in oak wood frames
faces
grandfather nods
portraits on a farmhouse wall
in a wobbly mirror
in a flash
not letting him die
a photograph
retirement
rest home
knitting potholders for the kitchen
she no longer has
laughter
in nursing home halls
peeling from the molding
old folks home
the no trespassing sign
faded
sewing
gentle holes
in clean underwear filling
the sewing basket
skiing
snow and sunshine
pulling cars with skis
into mountains
bouncing from snow
so young the sunshine
on childish cheeks
streaks of sunshine
sliding down the north slope
laughing children
sledding
putting away the sled
the frayed rope drags
in the mud
snowbound
snowbound
digging out
haiku
snow pictures
catching a chill
the failure to photograph
snowflakes
snow shoveling
shoveling her snow
the parakeet hops behind
glass frost flowers
a chapped lip sound
the neighbor shoveling snow
on a brick path
an old woman
the harshness of winter
in her hands
starting fires
casting snow
from a bundle of twigs
the first warmth
borrowing twigs
his hand outstretched
to the meager fire
cold gathers
the sulphur spark
against thin wood
striking a match
dawn flashed in
the oval mirror
cloud mountain
sitting around the stove
feet on the fender
above the wood stove
the antique mirror
reflects the warmth
sunsets
in a much-used fireplace
a scratched match
deep in the forest
a blazing stove
hearts beating
black wood stove
the bright sounds
of warmth
into the clearing
wood smoke
for pea soup
a rusty wood stove
warmth spreads into the room
star-shaped
silence
a log breathing
tongues of flame
the conversation
between wood and the iron stove
our few words
behind the stove
the old clay demijohn
of firewater
burned out
remains of a cabin
a fireplace
dark in dark
then lighting logs
in the fireplace
blazing logs
gas flowers bloom
red and orange
gas flowers
warm a winter room
blazing logs
embers darken
the eastern sky
a warm glow
heavy fog
enclosing the hearth fire
gray stones
silence
warmed by a wood stove
winter
runes
cracks in hearth stones'
messages
polished red eyes
in the copper kettle
firelight
worm holes
in the blazing log
warm again
hearth stones
around dark embers
warmth
spirits
forming fire
into logs
quieter now
flames subside
in ashen sleep
rusty iron
drawing flames
above logs
punchline
sparks from a log fire
brighten the night
ah! the heat
from old Playboys
the fire starts
cliff side house
inside ocean spray
a fireplace
picture book
flames from a curved log
warm the heart
unfinished cabin
insulated with bookshelves
warm day and night
crash and burn
the sound of surf
in a fireplace
nights something growing
wood in the stove
a flame
humming
the started fire
my chattering teeth
winter clearance sales
winter clearance sale
the size of snowflakes
coming down together
winter illness
wild with fever
dreams come wearing masks
pale at dawn
my back to the floor
walls become slatted trees
wobbly with fever
sick in bed all day
how the shape of the oak
has entertained me
after the flu
cups half-filled with tea
very small steps
even when ill
the day ends
with evening
chewing cough drops
a basket of nose-wet tissues
spill to a sneeze
around the eaves
the wind whistles
into an earache
in her fevered brain
the patterns in the quilt
solid blocks of light
winter cold
snowdrifts
of damp tissues
coughing
the sky fills with flakes
of hard snow
for grandma
with love at Christmas
- the flu -
sickroom feeling
the fake formica
flooring
ears open
the soul follows
the pain
to smell a splinter
long under the skin
my little finger
rain predicted
calling the doctor
for an appointment
a confused brain
unscrambling the diagnosis
renal failure
at your side
the huge bandage
without comment
in the hospital
your house slippers scuffed
by our floors
after the injection
you smile at my story
and sleep
migraine
sitting in a canyon
on a split rock
recuperating
all the electricity
back in the lamp
care full
folding the new stitches
into a chair
a fuzzy bicycle
straddling my nose
bifocals
new reading glasses
a black blur
crosses the threshold
a poultice
on my shoulder
dreams of haymaking
two days
separated by the sameness
a broken bone
cast
in plaster
throbbing
blue tin cup
the burn on a finger
blistering
steady rain
the dentist's drill
turning to snow
snowing again
a cold wind bites
the newly capped tooth
junkie
veins holding a heart
above dark waters
pain
a wound without shape
cut-away skin
winter's seclusion
winter rain
the cook eats alone
in the dining room
roof
a silent slice
into the sky
broken shells
the fishing boat pulled ashore
for winter
closed shops
a loose board bangs
on the winter wind
well-tended gardens
here lies the snow
especially deep
blunt with ice
the barge's bowsprit
anchored fast
wind
bothering the drapes
of a closed window
battery cables
giving winter's morning
a jump start
home again
my lacy white pillow
ocean surf
unpainted porch
sea fog comes
to a closed door
clearing his throat
the lawyer plays with the fob
on his watch chain
writing
light heart
the pressure of writing
with lead pencils
ashes of incense
a page of poems
hiding words
before the journey
my last poems
copied neatly
winter shadows
poems written on the back
of an electric bill
poetry
covering holes in the wall
with a wide brush
silence
white paper
unmarked
ink blot
where haiku
sleeps
smudging
a page of poems
ashes
sleep
with the poem
written down
poetry contest
my name misspelled
on the first line
rainy weather
award propped on the table
sticks to the sugar bowl
rainy day
poems on the page
water spots
pen moving
in the dark black ink
of clear images
a chain link fence
writing renga in prison
holds him together
beach poems
written on driftwood
with charcoal
rough paper
snagging ideas
in black
writing down a poem
in that time-space
the fire takes hold
morning's faint light
seeing again the words
in the sent letter
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