snowplowed pile
so large to me then
I tunnelled through to my brother

bright snowsuits
turquoise and pink
holding hands on the ice

shoveling the driveway
I pause
more snow falls 

snow covered car
frozen locks
...ice scraper in the truck

crystals of snow
crunch beneath my feet
I am alone

alone in the drifts
crystals crunch
beneath my feet
 
I decided to go with a combination of the suggestions presented in class on Monday.  I like the final version because it implies a sense of solitude and isolation in the snow without it sounding lonely. The alliteration in the second line actually makes me hear the sound that I imagined while I was first writing this haiku.  The edited version really works for me. 
 
ice on the hill
brother slips
from our sled

I really like this one the way it is and I don't think I want to change it.  Nothing came up in any group discussions about this haiku and I think it's all summed up pretty nicely as is! 
 
socks soaked through
cocoa
by the fire

frozen toes
hot chocolate
by the fire  

I decided to rework the poem in this way because I think the final version has a stronger imagistic appeal.  Frozen toes draws a better image for me than socks soaked through does.  Also, I like the flow of hot chocolate better than cocoa.  That was really just based on how I felt the poem should sound.  Overall, I'm a much bigger fan of my edited version! 
 
flakes from the heavens
sprinkle her hair
a kiss on the nose

snow in her hair
he leans in
for a kiss 

This is the haiku that I am least attached to and so it was hard to edit it because I don't think I ever really had a solid image in mind to work with, even in the first attempt!  As I tried to edit it, however, I started to imagine the scene in my head and I realized I was just making it more complicated than it needs to be.  When I came up with the final version, I immediately saw the images in my head.  That's how I knew it was complete!  It might not be my best attempt but I think it was the toughest editing challenge out of all of my haiku attempts.

Maureen Ritter

he skates quickly
. . . the puck
slides into a hole

school's cancelled
he does donuts alone
in the parking lot

school's cancelled
donuts in the snow
alone in the parking lot

Ben Kress

hot cocoa from scratch
the bottom of the pot
burned 

inches of snow
dad builds a ramp
for my sled

ice on his beard
dad crafts a sled ramp
--my surprise 

inches of snow 
dad crafts a sled ramp 
what a discovery!

unable to see
grasping with everything
hitting a bump

beautiful winter day
eager little sister
too bundled up to walk

cold toes
nestled
in the crease of his leg

(I liked the last haiku as it was, so I chose not to change it.) 

following Daddy—
my footprints
in his

following Daddy-
my snowy footprints
in his 

a touch of ice
a small hole
on the tip of my glove

a small hole
the tip of my glove
touch of ice 

first love
a finger drawn heart
on the frosted window pane

first love
frost drawn heart
on the school house window

Alida Duff

crisp and clear
the reflection is there
blue within ice they are

lay down
do a jack
look a new friend

glass streets
starlings clustered on the curb
eating garbage

walking home
following the footprints
of a stray

pine needles
the end of the ride
for my snow tube

rows of cookie dough
from one sheet
an empty space

eager children
stick a ruler
into the snow

flakes falling all day
she feels the cool air
as he walks in 

rolling in the snow
creating a new friend
one portion at a time

slipping on ice
stopped short
in your eyes 

snow fight
single flake
on an eyelash

first snowflakes
against the window
we pray for no school 

first snowflakes
against the window
two sisters hope

vacation
two marshmallows
float warm in my cup

vacation
two marshmallows
bob in my cup

Dad’s old sled
he smiles
and shows us how to fly

Dad’’s old sled
his smile
makes us fly

Leigh Ann Kitchell

five blankets
the cat curled up
while I read a novel

chapstick
from your lips
cherry 

little marshmallows
in my hot chocolate
wet snow pants

wet snow pants
mini-marshmallows melt
in hot chocolate

Is it true?
Tongue stuck
to a slide

Katie Steimann

drain blocked
with ice
no sleep tonight 

placid
and untouched
my steps left behind

late night on the L
punk kid with piercings
cradling a newborn child

late night coffee
at Betty's diner
the steamy window pane

late night coffee
at Betty's diner
steamy window pane

Randy Brooks

ice to my lips
the vodka in the drink
warms me up

ice to my lips
Vodka
warms me

Alison Burns  

huge hill
small sled
me

winter storm
radio on
no school

a white blanket
no sounds are heard
as a light flickers

sleek new skates
glide across the ice
my ankle snaps 

the moon's reflection
turn's my night
an icy blue

snow covered lawn
two sets of footprints
disrupt the peace 

the first flake falls
friends
find a warm place

out of breath
he runs up the hill
to race the bright red sled

every branch
and their twin     
ice silhouette

winter branches
each paired
with an ice skeleton

sparkling white
ice castle
my winter home

ice castle
glistening white
my winter home

Molly Pufall

the red sled
she holds on tight 
as the crisp wind blows in her face

crisp wind
her red sled
holding on tight     

snow covers the street
she pumps the break
the car keeps going

snow covered streets
she pumps the brakes
the car slides  

Megan Minogue

a snow covered hill
the wind in my face
a saucer sled glides

cheeks red
I slip and fall
on our first date

first date
cheeks red
i slip and fall

Abe Millikin

dawning light
scraping the car
so she doesn’t

door handle
frozen shut
running late for class

anticipation
fingers frozen
naked boys

the sweet taste
of strawberry gives relief
to these lips

capsizing down the
snowy hill providing
a but crack white wash