This brings a smile and a sigh, Peggy…
it’s amazing how I can smell and taste the pine!
Then my thoughts go back and forth between
the pines and the stars, pausing to enjoy
the moment of sharing — “us” is what
grounds it for me.
I even find myself wondering how far
out the mist reaches…
peggy, a delightful ku, though i wonder how many have tasted pine, even a drop of turpentine on a cube of sugar; or eaten a roasted pine nut. burning pine returns me to my childhood days on many chilly autumn mornings; long after the morn had passed, the aroma of burnt pine permeated our clothings.
–
green pine smoke
from the flames
through the morning mist–
sunrise
It’s always a delight a good haiku that invokes a sense other than sight.
I enjoyed this tasty haiku.
Hi Peggy,
How snugly these three lines sit together, resonating between them and in me!
Thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem.
warmly,
_kala
I absolutely concur with kala and gK.
This is a beautifully evocative haiku with gorgeous allusions.
A masterclass in what a fine haiku is, and it will continue to resonate with each re-reading.
Just a wonderful haiku of the highest quality – absolutely beautiful. I can visualize the scene and it is delightful. Bravo!!!
this haiku is really good. gives a feel of the atmosphere that we readers can imagine and relate to. thank you very much Peggy.
A lovely poem, a sensitive blending of sensual images. I shall enjoy it many times over.
An absolutely beautiful haiku, very evocative. This is one I will enjoy rereading.
So many layers that unfold differently on successive readings. The bitterfresh taste of pine is particularly evocative.
scent of piney woods
a summer bonfire
reaching for the stars
This brings a smile and a sigh, Peggy…
it’s amazing how I can smell and taste the pine!
Then my thoughts go back and forth between
the pines and the stars, pausing to enjoy
the moment of sharing — “us” is what
grounds it for me.
I even find myself wondering how far
out the mist reaches…
A beautiful haiku. Each of several savorings offered something else to enjoy. Thank you!
Warm thanks for the kind comments–and to tiny words for bridging the space between us!
wonderful blending of senses
I really really hope we see more of your work on Tinywords!
peggy, a delightful ku, though i wonder how many have tasted pine, even a drop of turpentine on a cube of sugar; or eaten a roasted pine nut. burning pine returns me to my childhood days on many chilly autumn mornings; long after the morn had passed, the aroma of burnt pine permeated our clothings.
–
green pine smoke
from the flames
through the morning mist–
sunrise