pear trees in bloom
from the old archtop
music from my youth
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Charles Trumbull
Charles Trumbull is an editor for Encyclopaedia Britannica and lives in Evanston, Illinois. He has been writing haiku since 1991. He was editor (1996-2002) of the Haiku Society of America Newsletter, president of the HSA in 2004 and 2005, and an organizer of the Haiku North America 1999 conference. He is currently editor of Modern Haiku and proprietor of Deep North Press, a publisher of haiku books.
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boy do you get around Charlie… Enjoyed
the haiku too.
boy do you get around Charlie… Enjoyed
the haiku too.
Wonderful
those blooms are beautiful – i can see them all the way here in Texas!
Beautiful music.
Hi Charlie,
some verdant (green)from Albania.
Winter scared oakling.
spring brings
the verdant mantle…
Kujtim
Awakens the senses.
Thanks, Charlie.
My family had pear and apple trees in our old yard in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin. Your poem brings back some nice memories.
tuft
for the sparrow’s nest–
this spring morning
Nice…very nice.
this is an attempted
nostalgic link to
the pear tree verse
or maybe ‘youth’ is the link…
she stops to speak
with her old friend here aged
her lip gloss shines
(they parted his step stronger
his attention to thought improved)
putting out the
smooth sounds
humbucker pickup