Cuttings:
Winter

Haiku and Short Poems
Winter and Spring Season
1998 - 2025

By Mike Garofalo

 

Place, Setting, Location:

Red Bluff, Tehama County,
North Sacramento Valley,
California, 1998-2016

 

Pointing at the moon,
making a point—
her lovely fingers.

 

Shadowless dusk
growing colder—
squealing teakettle.

 

Only the idea of self remains
Floating on a sea of cells;
Only heartbeats short of eternity
In breath after breath we dwell.

 

A dog barks at nothing,
a thousand ducks twitch—
winds of winter.

 

fruitless
lawn tree—
full of flowers

 

Daily rain—
from the deep well
this glass of water.

 

The leafless poplars sway,
a warm and windy Winter's day—
grackles chattering.

 

She walks by
followed by my eyes—
desires linger.

 

sipping steaming coffee,
their eyes playing
possibilities

 

Brushing my dog—
the cow licks
her calf's eye.

 

leaning over
stirring soup—
hot and sour smells

 

dark barn—
a ray of light
from roof to floor

 

The raspy-voiced crow
perched on a pine pole
preached the Winged Dharma;
wayward birds trembled, fearing
rebirth as human beings.

 

frozen puddles—
the crack of axes
from four directions

 

biting off
more than I can chew—
a broken wisdom tooth

 

a frog floats
belly up—
dead silence


 

Last day of Winter,
leafless walnut trees—
form is emptiness.

First day of Spring,
clear sky to Mt. Shasta—
emptiness is form.

 

Ripping out
a walnut orchard—
diesel smoke

 

back gate open
dogs gone—
foggy dawn

 

Surrounded by raindrops—
walkers
at daybreak

 

shadowless dusk
growing colder—
squealing teakettle

 

The moon's low, a crow caws,
The landscape's laced with frost.
Under the riverside maples,
Lit by fishing lamps,
My sadness keeps me from sleep.
Beyond old Suzhou town,
Down to the traveler's boats,
Han Shan's Temple bell
Rings clear
Right at midnight.

 

oranges sway
in the cool breeze—
sunlight on a pitchfork

 

I turn and stare into the foggy mist;
Wondering, wondering ...
about what I missed.

 

Flocks of white
geese in the light gray fog—
this way and that way.

 

murmuring rooftop
gurgling gutter lines—
stalled winter storm

 

my boys,
bright eyed—
a tray of cookies

 

My poems: often, barely;
when good,
rarely.

 

warm valley—
countless geese
seeking refuge

 

Loosing ground from unconscious rounds
Of the "This is Not It" mantra sounds;
Burning holes in my soul
Over and over, no loophole
for escape.
None!
Replay Mind, Spellbound.

 

bone dry
dog turds
laced with frost

 

This cabbage, these carrots,
these potatoes, these onions
will all soon become me.
Such a tasty fact.

Bless the farm!
Bless the market!
Bless the kitchen!

 

Alive with bees ...
radiant pink
peach blossoms

 

Between the Sun
and the nearest Black Hole,
my home.

 

hundreds of bees
humming—
cypresses in bloom

 

walking past
my old dog's grave
not a trace

 

Daily rain—
from the deep well
this glass of water

 

Redding at sunset:
mauve rain clouds
mountains of shadows

 

daylight and darkness
Spring
balanced

 

A poet of yore
whispers to us—
gently turning pages.

 

brilliant yellow
border of daffodils
behind barbed wire

 

moving conversations
down gravel roadways ...
crisscrossing ideas

 

setting potted figs
along the warm southern wall—
a goose flaps by

 

Weeding my fiction books;
into the giveaway box
two old Bibles tossed.

 

 

 

 

Place, Setting, Location:

Vancouver, Clark County,
Columbia River Valley,
Washington, 2017-2025


Poems from this time period
will be added later in 2025!

 

 

 

Months and Seasons
Quotes, Poems, Sayings, Verses, Lore, Myths, Holidays
Celebrations, Folklore, Reading, Links, Quotations
Information, Weather, Gardening Chores
Compiled by Mike Garofalo
Winter Spring Summer Fall
January April July October
February May August November
March June September December 

 

 

 

 

Cloud Hands Blog

Quotes for Gardeners

Zen Poetry

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

At the Edges of the West, Volume 1
Highway 101 and Hwy 1: Pacific Coast

The Gushen Grove Sonnets

Bundled Up: Tanka Poetry

At the Edges of the West, Volume 2
Highway 99 and Interstate 5

Cuttings: Haiku and Short Poems
Arranged by the Seasons

 

 

 

Mike Garofalo lives in Vancouver,
Washington. He worked for 50 years
in city and county public libraries,
and in elementary schools. He
graduated with degrees in
philosophy, library science, and
education. He has been a web
publisher since 1998.

Biography

 

 

 

25 Steps and Beyond: Collected Works

Text Art and Concrete Poetry

 

 

Copyrighted 1998-2025
by Michael P. Garofalo.
Green Way Research
All rights reserved


Cuttings: Winter Season

First Distributed on the Internet
in September 1999.
Updated in March of 2017.

 

 

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This document was last edited, revised,
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on April 3, 2025.