Mar 10

Haiku 434

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , March 10th, 2010

by Alison

by Alison

I tell my daughter

about life after old age -

spring winds in winter

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Mar 09

Haiku 433

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , March 9th, 2010

by Kelly

by Kelly

stubborn gnarly oak

still refusing to give up

last year’s greenery

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Mar 08

Haiku 432

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , March 8th, 2010

by Alison

by Alison

a night at the vet’s

I choose peace over pain for

my favorite cat

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Mar 07

Haiku 431

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , March 7th, 2010

by Kelly

by Kelly

I don’t trust this sun,

this melting, this warmth, this is

still Minnesota.

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Mar 06

Haiku 430

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , , March 6th, 2010

by Alison

by Alison

“girls are just so mean”

says mom of two boys in front

of two little girls

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Mar 05

Haiku 429

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , March 5th, 2010

by Kelly

by Kelly

I disobey my

doctor, tilt my head straight up

to gulp the March sun.

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Mar 04

Haiku 428

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , March 4th, 2010

by Alison

by Alison

split and uprooted

the scent of pine is stronger

amongst broken trees

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Mar 03

Haiku 427

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , March 3rd, 2010

by Kelly

by Kelly

I tromp through the snow

seeded bird feeder in hand –

I’ve become my dad.

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Mar 02

Haiku 426.1

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , , , March 2nd, 2010

by Alison

by Alison

we stop bickering

over the failed fritatta

when the storm arrives

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Mar 02

Haiku 426

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , March 2nd, 2010

The news from Chile is eclipsing the news from New Hampshire.
Alison is still without power, I’m assuming, otherwise she’d be
posting her own little poems. The last time we spoke, her cell phone
was almost out of juice. However . . .

Haiku Must Go On!

And so … once again, I’ve penned a short verse in Alison’s honor:

She’s sick of playing

Little House on the Prairie.

When can she go home?

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