first snow …
the children’s hangers
clatter in the closet
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Michael Dylan Welch
Michael Dylan Welch is poet laureate of Redmond, Washington, and curator for two poetry reading series in Redmond. His latest poetry book is True Colour. He is a longtime officer of the Haiku Society of America, and proprietor of National Haiku Writing Month (www.nahaiwrimo.com). His personal website is www.graceguts.com, devoted mostly to poetry.
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first snow . . .
the electric blanket
turned up to six
Nice to read all these haiku. I especially like “first snow . . . / the nine month old / sticks out his tongue.” Bravo, Mike! I have two toddlers at home myself, and I gravitate to poems about children. I’m a skier, too — always loved snow. My favourite Japanese snow haiku is Issa’s “snow melting / the village brimming over . . . / with children!” (This is David Lanoue’s translation.) Joy!
first snow . . .
the electric blanket
turned up to six
first snow
hot tub steam
drifting swirls
first snow
the sidewalk swept
by the wind
first snow . . .
the nine month old
sticks out his tongue
new boots
the cadent crunch of
compacting snow
snow drifts
roll across this field
a cat purrs
_M
first snow –
hurriedly winding up
the garden hose
first snow
nine months later
new baby
Oh Penelope, you scamp – what went on in that hot tub?
first snow
her ski pants
nicely fit
somebody stop me!
What a great coincidence! We had our first snowfall today, and all the kids are out whooping it up on their sleds.
I think some of you have had too much mulled wine!
First snow
cardinals decorate the apple tree
for Christmas
Nice to read all these haiku. I especially like “first snow . . . / the nine month old / sticks out his tongue.” Bravo, Mike! I have two toddlers at home myself, and I gravitate to poems about children. I’m a skier, too — always loved snow. My favourite Japanese snow haiku is Issa’s “snow melting / the village brimming over . . . / with children!” (This is David Lanoue’s translation.) Joy!
I’m certainly enjoying the responses here. ;-)
This is another of my favourites of Michael’s, so real glad it can be appreciated all over again at tinywords.
judith, your mulled wine return thoughts to mind; one, the paths i’ve yet to cross.
—
vin chaud-
warmth in her finger
to my lips
–
first snowflake, on her cheek–
this blush
–
yellow snow
this time
moonlight
_____
first snow
wrong shoes
wet news
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first snow
thin robe
cold nobe
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first snow
fresh prints
bunny hints
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some good stuff folks, and thanks
Michael, I enjoyed your haiku too