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.

24 comments:

  1. Maddie11:33 PM

    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.

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  2. Winter, in prison,
    and the food was real good. Now
    set me free warden.

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  3. Too cold for flip flops
    Mosquitos sleep. Patio!
    Texas swamp winter.

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  4. Hats, scarves, coats, mittens
    Wind, rain, snow by the North Sea
    St. Andrews, Scotland

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  5. Shorts and a jacket,
    because Texas seasons change
    from morning to noon!

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  6. A seasonless place
    Where rain follows heat and rain
    But the days are short

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  7. You call this winter?
    Eighties in January?
    It's just "Not Summer."

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  8. Asymmetrical
    Flakes drift, singular, clustered
    A warm blanket, white

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  9. Winter in Waco,
    Soft sunlight warms my bald head,
    Minnesota ice.

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  10. Rivkeleh11:19 AM

    Woke my son up early.
    "Can I say a bad word, please?"
    "Holy Crap, it snowed!"

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  11. 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

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  12. Anonymous3:39 PM

    Asthmatic oldest
    skis in subzero weather
    Hello urgent care.

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  13. Anonymous12:13 AM

    A beautiful fire
    Images of yesteryear
    Warmed by remembrance.
    PTC

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  14. Eric Porterfield12:31 AM

    The sun's down by 4?
    How do you walk home from school?
    Dark is worse than cold.

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  15. I was different then
    When I wrote, twelve hours ago
    Now I am a mom :)

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  16. Congrats Jessica???

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  18. Pure white, spark and fall
    In moonlight. Snowplows and salt
    Disdain perfection.

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  19. Lily of the Valley5:42 PM

    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.

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  20. Geoffrey Mustang Boy5:50 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!

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  21. Mustang's Former Sally6:04 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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  22. Awwwwwwww,Jessica! Congratulations! Care to divulge some details?! This is very exciting!

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  23. Dad!? She wondered.Cheeky
    Red bird calling from bare branch.
    Cardinal home run.

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