winter solstice --
the whirl of dead leaves
    behind us


—Jane Wilson
        

This haiku was originally published in the haiku journal Acorn (issue no. 6). It was triggered by an experience last year when I caught sight of a whirlwind outside of my apartment building. The dead leaves that were trapped in it made a loud scraping sound against the pavement as the whirlwind pass by. The night when this occurred was cold and crystal clear, only a few days before the winter solstice. The overall atmosphere felt dark and mysterious.

About the author: Jane Wilson (jw_nightowl at yahoo.com)

I live and work in Richmond, Virginia, where I was born. My haiku have been pulished on tinywords.com, the Asahi Haikuist Network, The Heron's Nest, and in Acorn: A Journal of Contemporary Haiku. I also enjoy writing short poems in the style of Japanese tanka.

Responses to the haiku for 21 December 2001 by Jane Wilson

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    bob richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2003-10-07 12:34:55
     

    summer solstice *
    enjoyment of his yo-yo
    as it returns, again

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