floating down the dark river
in my tiny boat—
who is that, singing? C M Wilson
leaping salmon
sunlight falls to the rocks Martin
autumn wind
a swimming pool’s worth
of bare trees
New Year’s wind
blowing blowing
blown Michael Henry Lee
winter fog—
stretching a lane
the bald trees Neelam Dadhwal
Icebox 
CM Wilson’s haiku holds a mind-opening mystery: it could even be CM himself singing inadvertently. I’m unsure quite how Neelam’s trees manage to stretch the lane, but possibly stretch along is closer? I could be wrong.
thank you, Tito; CM Wilson is a female, and prefers to think of sirens singing, but it’s up to the reader, of course!
Funny you should mention that, Tito, because of all these fine ku, it was Neelam’s that struck me the most. What I saw was the effect of the leafless trees poking out of the fog, and giving the impression that the lane went on…. and on.
Norman, you may well be right. Calling Neelam … ?