waist-high snowdrifts… in my alphabet soup s p r i n g Published by Laryalee Fraser Laryalee Fraser lives in British Columbia, Canada. In 2006 she compiled an online haiku anthology: a procession of ripples. View all posts by Laryalee Fraser
Ah, waist-deep snowdrifts, that was long ago in England, but I remember them as a schoolkid. Alphabet soup: I made a haiku out of them on my Myspace site! ;-) A really nice snow haiku, brrrrrrr! Reply
Laryalee, _Your’s… a warming thought_! _Adrift in a kef, I long for spring. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? snowdrift fills the cabin’s shattered bones a broken teacup _M Reply
And spring spelled backwards is gnirps. If it were my soup, I’m afraid that’s all I’d see. But you, lary, have the eye Reply
Hi Lary – this is lucky and lovely. I’m going to see what my Alphabetti Spaghetti turns up! L x Reply
With apologies, Magyar if winter comes can spring be far behind— well, far enough but I wrote this last winter. Reply
Lary, I agree with Kala. I enjoyed seeing this one today. It’s finally getting cold here. Bill, I remember reading that one on your blog. Enjoyed it again. Collin Reply
Bill, _I hope you don’t feel I’ve -taken- your words; I assure you, my response above… was written as it was thought. _Respectfully, _M Reply
Hey Lary, that was great! Today is Lá le Bhríd here (Brigid’s Day), traditionally the start of spring, and at last I can feel the evenings drawing out a little. Your haiku is warm and lovely! Reply
norman, it’s been awhile. the best in the new year. brigid’s day sheep milk time is come the branch snows from stem of seedful sap comes raiding shooting light… …against the blight winter left in worms for eating things… the green woodpecker laughs ‘ha ha hello’ p. fiacc – over my head lustful red bougainvillaeas– yet, spring seems always near Reply
Ah, waist-deep snowdrifts, that was long ago in England, but I remember them as a schoolkid.
Alphabet soup: I made a haiku out of them on my Myspace site! ;-)
A really nice snow haiku, brrrrrrr!
Laryalee,
_Your’s… a warming thought_!
_Adrift in a kef, I long for spring. If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
snowdrift fills
the cabin’s shattered bones
a broken teacup
_M
And spring spelled backwards is gnirps. If it were my soup, I’m afraid that’s all I’d see. But you, lary, have the eye
I want a bowl of spring! :) Nice one, Lary.
Hi Lary – this is lucky and lovely. I’m going to see what my Alphabetti Spaghetti turns up! L x
With apologies, Magyar
if winter comes
can spring be far behind—
well, far enough
but I wrote this last winter.
I wonder what spring tastes like.
oh, Adrian wrote what i thought!
a nice haiku! thank you, Lary!
a beauty again Laryalee!
-kala
Lary,
I agree with Kala. I enjoyed seeing this one today. It’s finally getting cold here.
Bill, I remember reading that one on your blog. Enjoyed it again.
Collin
Bill,
_I hope you don’t feel I’ve -taken- your words; I assure you, my response above… was written as it was thought.
_Respectfully,
_M
Lary,
I like it; it’s warm and nourishing…
winter night
the core of an apple
full of seeds
Hey Lary, that was great! Today is Lá le Bhríd here (Brigid’s Day), traditionally the start of spring, and at last I can feel the evenings drawing out a little. Your haiku is warm and lovely!
norman, it’s been awhile. the best in the new year.
brigid’s day
sheep milk time is come
the branch snows
from stem of seedful sap
comes raiding shooting light…
…against the blight
winter left in worms
for eating things…
the green woodpecker laughs
‘ha ha hello’
p. fiacc
–
over my head
lustful red bougainvillaeas–
yet, spring seems always near