Barb and Path, I am not as familiar with the Haiku. The ones I've read have been very memorable. I like the one above about the quietness of winter. Due to the lack of color and maybe animal life a person must really become more observant. Then, there is a realization this is not a dull season. It is only different in its beauty. I'm sitting here trying to remember windy, winter day. Thankfully, I can say the wind is in my memory box. It's a different sound from the wind of spring, summer and autumn. I wonder if it's a lonely sound. Think, brain, think.
At one time, I tried writing a Haiku or two. I had so much fun. Often, I miscounted the syllables. Isn't that silly? I might go back to Haiku writing. I haven't seen many cardinals this winter. My husband saw four perched together one morning. Cardinals are always pretty against snow. I have a throw pillow of that description. Usually, it's taken out during Christmas. I didn't this time. It's in a box somewhere. Maybe the pillow is with Christmas decorations. I didn't use those this year. Only a green bell wreath was put on the door. Whoops, I don't want to wander too far away from winter solitude.