False spring

Posted by Dave Bonta on November 5, 2007 (last modified at 11:12 pm, 11/5/07)

Meanwhile, back in the holler

So there are lilacs blooming in the dooryard, and it is November.

I also saw peaches, pears and hickories in bloom on the way home from Gallatin the other day.

Trees blossoming
even as their leaves turn yellow:
it hurts to look.

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box elder

And this is a picture of my left big toe, getting over familiar with a sea anemone. Mostly because I just posted this today on our family blog, where the subject of feet has come up, and it was all shrunk and ready to go. (The photo, not my foot).

Toe to tentacle
with a sea anemone,
what nacreous nails!

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Burning Silo

The first morning after arriving, we found many Pelicans gathered on the wharf in a section of the harbour. By the next morning, the numbers had multiplied to the point that almost every square foot of wharf was occupied by these birds.

Pelicans on the wharf
waiting out the storm all face
the same direction.

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Theriomorph

Beyond the glass, two white-tails head downstream;
one walks the north bank, the other the south.

Dead deer in the creek:
a vulture rises from its perch
between the antlers.

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tasting rhubarb

The ‘cells’ were my favourites: intricate, enclosing, troubling dolls’ houses for grown-ups where I could have lingered, playing mind-games, for hours.

In the bush by my door
it’s the second winter now
for that cocoon.
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Oddly enough, a WordPress “child” category can only have a single parent. So I guess I’ll place this new category for comment haiku under Poems & poem-like things, though it could just as easily go under Blogs and blogging.

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3 Responses to False spring

  1. Joe Hyam says:
    November 6, 2007 at 6:20 am

    Haiku are not easy. You have the gift, I think.

    Reply
  2. Dave says:
    November 6, 2007 at 8:47 am

    Thanks, Joe! I appreciate that vote of confidence, coming from such an adept miniaturist as yourself.

    Reply
  3. Theriomorph says:
    November 7, 2007 at 6:46 pm

    Trees blossoming
    even as their leaves turn yellow:
    it hurts to look.

    Mmmm.

    Yummy sad and beautiful.

    Reply

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