snow flakes drift
as a puppy sniffs the air
black hair turns gray
__So grand Helen; and too, that Haiku can create such parallel thoughts in a readers imagination, 'mistletoe to snow', sort of a juxtaposition within my mind. I'll get out the hair brush… smiles! _m
Wonderful, Helen. This reminded me of Eliot’s Prufrock. This is one of those rare poems (haiku/senryu/half&half?) that includes both humour and pathos at once.
December 27th, 2021 at 9:02 am
Groovy.
Good job it's not holly.
Brought a smile, but also a tinge of sadness…..
December 27th, 2021 at 9:46 am
snow flakes drift
as a puppy sniffs the air
black hair turns gray
__So grand Helen; and too, that Haiku can create such parallel thoughts in a readers imagination, 'mistletoe to snow', sort of a juxtaposition within my mind. I'll get out the hair brush… smiles! _m
December 30th, 2021 at 3:14 am
Wonderful, Helen. This reminded me of Eliot’s Prufrock. This is one of those rare poems (haiku/senryu/half&half?) that includes both humour and pathos at once.
Best wishes for 2022.
marion