Thursday, January 31, 2013
Haiku Friday: Winter
This is a simple one.
Here is mine:
Revel in quiet
The snow hushes us all now
"cept shovel's hard blade.
Now it is your turn... Use the 5/7/5 syllable format, and the winner gets a bio here on Monday.
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I hope I'm doing this correctly! Really enjoying this blog, Professor Osler.
Snow forts with sisters,
Careful--wet socks leave frost bite,
Boot-hockey with dad.
Snow-drifts, shoulder-height;
Ice-hut village on the lake,
Me, child of the north.
Snow forts with sisters,
Careful--wet socks leave frost bite,
Boot-hockey with dad.
Snow-drifts, shoulder-height;
Ice-hut village on the lake,
Me, child of the north.
# posted by 
: 11:33 PM
: 11:33 PM 
Winter excuses
Time to work on other house
Down in S. Tampa
Bronzed skin, freckles
Sunshine warms my aging bones
sweet, fresh orange juice
Leaves swirl from limbs
Pollen drifts from ancient Oaks
sweep into neat piles
Time to work on other house
Down in S. Tampa
Bronzed skin, freckles
Sunshine warms my aging bones
sweet, fresh orange juice
Leaves swirl from limbs
Pollen drifts from ancient Oaks
sweep into neat piles
The sun's down by 4?
How do you walk home from school?
Dark is worse than cold.
How do you walk home from school?
Dark is worse than cold.
# posted by : 12:31 AM
: 12:31 AM
The rose blooms yet in
Her cheeks,this Scottish lass.He,
Fragile,waters it.
He was broken,a drone
In business. She a queen
Bee,always airborne.
Now they approach the
Winter,contented.Each helps
Love's bud flourish.
Her cheeks,this Scottish lass.He,
Fragile,waters it.
He was broken,a drone
In business. She a queen
Bee,always airborne.
Now they approach the
Winter,contented.Each helps
Love's bud flourish.
# posted by : 5:42 PM
: 5:42 PM
I didn't ask for this
Petrified limbs,face crying
Mercy.Crazed Snowman.
Layered like lasagna
I look for shelter. No smiles.
Every branch sagging.
The wind gnaws my ass.
The cold breaks my bones.I am
Beaten--futile war!
Petrified limbs,face crying
Mercy.Crazed Snowman.
Layered like lasagna
I look for shelter. No smiles.
Every branch sagging.
The wind gnaws my ass.
The cold breaks my bones.I am
Beaten--futile war!
# posted by : 5:50 PM
: 5:50 PM
Jeez,Geoffrey! What a whiner!
She put carrots in
Celery,spuds,stew meat,heat
To make cold bones dance.
Winter was hard,like
Frigid iron. They needed
Soup resurrection.
Her goslings,four young
One graying drake,flapped about
The creek bed.Priest saw.
He strewed corn. Like this
In his homilies,he kept his flock
Alive through the long snows.
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She put carrots in
Celery,spuds,stew meat,heat
To make cold bones dance.
Winter was hard,like
Frigid iron. They needed
Soup resurrection.
Her goslings,four young
One graying drake,flapped about
The creek bed.Priest saw.
He strewed corn. Like this
In his homilies,he kept his flock
Alive through the long snows.
# posted by : 6:04 PM
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