Winter haiku

Posted: February 12, 2015 in Poetry
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Fluffy snow blanket
Dirty, pocked, and melting now
Fragrant laundry dries

  1. great image of old snow, but even greater was the renewal, with the smell of aired laundry. Randy

  2. Love this. Reminds me of my mother, hanging sheets on the line.

    • Drying laundry outdoors is something I long to do, Janet, but this house doesn’t have a place to do it. The scent of sun-dried laundry is SO wonderful. Of course, my mom hung everything outside, too.


  3. Gina says:

    You’ve painted a vivd picture in my mind with your haiku, Janet. Well done!

  4. Nothing to say that other people haven’t said already, but I love the interconnections in the sequence of “fluffy (snow) blanket – dirty melting snow – drying laundry”. Very ingenious.

  5. Angelia Sims says:

    Great vision and poem of the snow. We don’t get it much hear, but I hear it described in just this way.

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