Prayer
woody fingers stretch
stripped ebony limbs beseech
beg winter's mercy
Interior Decorating
Icicles curtain
Windows to a frost-tipped world
Inside, white-hot fire
Soul Food
Chocolate-brimmed mugs
cinnamon buns with icing
altar offerings
Quilt
ragged print patches
rub rough against pale dry skin
mothballs scent old wool
Woodstove
Rusty steel hinges
creak, ashes spill fire-hot on floor
frosty nostrils singe
Biscuits
flour, soda, salt
butter, milk, mix together
bake, eat--piping hot
Strawberry Jam
Jars of summer's sun
sweeten winter's sere cellar
hold sunlight hostage
Sleep
pile on blankets
snuggle deep in fleece cocoons
recover lost dreams
I loved these!!!!!!
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Thanks, Amy. I think I was trying to capture winter's senses, now that I read what I wrote I can see the underlying idea, which I didn't realize as I wrote--sights, smells, tastes, textures. But I missed sounds. What does winter sound like?
ReplyDeleteThe first one's my very favourite, but the last one comes close. Together they make a wonderful portrait of winter pleasures!
ReplyDeleteAs to the sounds? I think one of winter's best features is its hush and silence: everyone hunkered down, snow keeping the dry leaves quiet, birds gone away south. So maybe you *did* capture the sounds, by leaving them out? LOL
I enjoyed them all! Nice.
ReplyDeleteThose are very evocative haiku.
ReplyDeleteThe quiet--that's the sound I want, Susan. You're right.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tipper and Nessa. Haiku are an exercise in word selection, like Susan's Monday Microfiction. You have to choose carefully to convey just the impression/feeling you seek.
And you picked great words! They are doing exactly what you wanted. I love the last one - the warm cocoon - my favorite place in the winter.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I feel cocooned in your comfortable, loving home when I read these.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I feel cocooned in your comfortable, loving home when I read these.
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