Friday, November 30, 2012

Haiku Friday: December!



I heart December. Next to October and May, it is my favorite month. You can haiku about anything you want, so long as it has a nexus to December.

Here is mine:

First snow, miracle
Go and stand in it, and twirl
It dances with you.

Now, you go! C'mon, you can do it!

15 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:46 AM

    A long December
    Chilly winds, the fire warms me
    Heartache and blessings.
    MMM

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  2. Last month tired year,
    Ice frost biting wind white snow,
    red nose and warm heart.

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  3. A temple was saved
    Oil lasted eight full days
    Purity restored.

    Now, in memory,
    My Jewish friends light candles.
    This is Hanukkah.

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  4. Anonymous7:37 AM

    It's that time of year
    Santa is coming! oh my!
    We must all be good.

    But for me, this month
    Is closure. To make all things
    Right and good. Or try.

    Becky

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  5. December Seventh
    Pearl Harbor Day Smoker
    at Theta Delta Chi!

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  6. --um.....move that "at" from line three to line two...

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  7. It was our last hug:
    Four Christmases ago now -
    December is hard.

    Wish I'd held on tight!
    Could've, should've, would've. Sigh.
    Miss you, Brother Bear.

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  8. First date on the 12th.
    Three hundred seventy one
    Days later, Married.

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  9. Anonymous4:29 PM

    December darkness
    Descends early here. Relieved
    By twinkling lights.

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  10. Recall Y2K?
    Pandemonium. But then
    Quiet New Year’s Day.

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  12. Anonymous6:14 PM

    Texas' summer gone;
    Head full of snot; nasal spray
    And Mucinex: Joy!
    -RJ

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  13. It takes many days
    For the baby to lie in
    A Corn crib.Twelve days

    Persian kings will reach
    A rude barn.We purchase speed.
    Ribbons ript in a trice.

    How much will you pay
    For true love? Money does not
    Work.Love does.Just love.

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  14. When Meadow Green turns
    Tundra White,one Red Bird can
    Cause Blueward Soaring.

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  15. Sixty and sunny
    Remembering December
    Mistletoe hangs high

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