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cold winter nights
watching
for frozen
falling
stars
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cold winter nights
watching
for frozen
falling
stars
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sounds of infinity
distant call of birds
the rustling sounds of pine
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winter dreams
wrapped in your jacket
I feel your arms
around me
again
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cold winter nights
our bresth
folded in the fog
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Happy Birthday, Mom!
one hundred years!
And though you left at 99
I’ll keep counting
higher than rainbows —
you’ll always be my mom
❤️
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in a world of white
silence
only the whisper
of the winter wind
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winter dreams
feeling your touch
wrapping myself
in jackets you wore
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cold winter nights
the moonless sky glitters
filled with icy stars
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falling
snowflakes
decorate
the world
in
white
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winter snowfall —
can you see them?
all the snowmen
waiting to be born
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silence
not even the wind blows
frozen
in a world of ice
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so many things
for a new sobrietist
to learn —
navigating Costco’s
miles and miles
of ever-present
alcohol aisles
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there!
in the rain!
can you see it?
waiting for the sun to shine —
rainbows!
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cold winter nights
the shimmer
of moonbeams —
rays
of crystal ice
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warmed to my roots
winter stew
onions
potatoes
carrots
turnips
beets
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conserving energy
at the North Pole —
after the Christmas Eve flight
each of Santa’s reindeer
turns off her blinking nose
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About my choice of pronoun “her” I found out by googling that Santa’s Christmas Eve reindeer are all female because males woujld have shed their antlers before winter!
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A double haiku since I didn’t post anything yesterday:
bright winter days —
soaking up sun
a single white swan
floats
across
the
pond
~
bright winter days —
splash!
a tiny flock
of baby swans
follow their mom
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cold winter days
jogging through the park
the snow covered fields
all my own
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late winter night
feeling the cold —
all the stars shine
like sparkling ice
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winter fur coat
mittens hat scarf
yet even my shadow
is frozen
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frosty winds
all the world
covered
in white
snow
on
snow
on
snow
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.morning light
skips across the ice —
rainbow coi
swim deeper
in the lake
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if women were birds
we’d sing the colors of joy —
rainbows
filled
with love
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if dandelion puffs
grew in the snow
I’d blow fluffy ice kisses
all the way to heaven
straight up to you!
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winter landscape
visual dessert —
all the pine trees
frosted in snow
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winter seascape —
seals with frosty breath
dive
into icy waves
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chilly winter winds
snuggled in grandma’s quilt
every single tiny stitch
sewn with love
by hand
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along the woodland’s edges
winter snowdrops
blossom in the snow
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a widow’s grief
never ends —
five years later
without you
I still can’t watch
the
Times
Square
New
Year’s
ball
drop
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winter sunrise —
peaks through dark green pine trees
dances on the ash
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❤️
44 years, my love
they said it would never last
and even though right now
we’re far apart
our love still sparkles in the stars
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Christmas cat —
tangled in discarded gift wrap
covered with ribbons and bows
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(Was posted 12/29/23 at WE)
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Christmas stars —
the only gift I need —
knowing your love
is shining forever on me
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Nothing was posted from 12/12/23 through 12/24/23 and then from 12/26 to 12/27.
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Hi Ladies! Sending love ❤️❤️❤️ to all and a new (old) haiku from my Haiku Book for Mom:
deep
blue-grey shadows
the weary day
hunchess down
crushing
tops of trees
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Here’s today’s haiku, original version from my Haiku Book for Mom:
cold
overcast day
roof-top pigeons huddle
feathers
fluttering
in the wind
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From WE, from A Haiku Book for Mom:
fruitless mulberry
early morning party-line —
leaves
chatter in the wind
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Frem WE from my Haiku Book for Mom:
teasing my nose
today’s breakfast treat —
the smell
of cinnamon yams
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It’s gotten way late here as usual so while it’s still today, here’s another haiku from my Haiku BooK for Mom. It’s about a time after 25 or 30 years dh and I had the whole house recarpeted with a great buy we found at a place called Remnants and Rolls that had lots of new left-over carpet for cut rates. We found some that we really liked that was just exactly enough to carpet the whole house plus I asked them to lay double padding:
new
squishy-soft
carpet —
walking
sinking
with tiny cat feet
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