by Alison

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Suddenly my state

is filled with Republicans -

Oh, the primaries!

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I wonder which one

will win the nomination?

I am “Undeclared”.

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An Undeclared is

our version of an Indy.

We wait, watch and wait.

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We also wait for

snow, teasing us by falling

and melting away.

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Instead we feel spring

in January, oh joy!

The debate heats up.

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The night brings the cold

but when we wake I hope

we vote… moderate.

by Kelly

Who are these dummies

that keep falling through the ice?

strange December warmth

Every night there is a story on the news about someone who has fallen through the ice on one of Minnesota’s ten-thousand lakes, and every night Hubby and I turn to each other and say, “Who are these idiots?”

After last winter’s deluge of snow, we’re strangely snow-less this year. Not only are we snow-less, we’re also cold-less. Temperatures reached 40 degrees on Christmas! Unbelievable in this neck of the woods for this time of year. With temps like that, it’s no wonder the lakes aren’t frozen solid yet.

Which brings me back to my haiku. Last night there was a story on the news about a man who took his toddler for a joy ride on an ATV on a lake, and (surprise, surprise), the ATV fell through the ice! Luckily, some teenagers were ice skating nearby (crazy girls) and called 911. Everyone survived. But still. Who are these dummies? There is no way I’d wander out onto a lake right now, no matter how frozen it appears, let alone drive on one!

by Kelly

only time will tell

if this second snow will stick —

please, we pray, for change

by Kelly

It hasn’t snowed yet,

but it will. Soon. — We wait for

news of Henry Han.

Late last night I created a haiku and scheduled it to post this morning. Of course, as soon I went to bed, my mind started playing that poem over and over in my mind and I came up with a better version. Or what I think is a better version.

But I did’t get into the system early enough today to change it before it went live. Usually, when this happens (this isn’t the first time I’ve thought of a better version of a haiku once I posted), I go into the system and fiddle with my words within the post. By doing this, though, readers probably won’t notice what sort of revisions I’ve made, or what sort of thought process I went through. So this time, instead of just making the changes, I decided to leave the original and then create a new post for the revision in order to reveal my writing process.

I like this second version of the haiku better than the first. The second falls more in line with the idea that a haiku have a break, a switch in perspective.

And I like that even though this haiku has a change in topics that both, really, are about waiting. In the beginning, the waiting is for snow, for a change of season. In the end, the waiting is for news of a child, for news that our adoption match has been accepted and approved by the Chinese government.

Hubby and I are hoping that the snow, when it comes, will bring with it that blessed paperwork for which we are waiting. After all, according to the paperwork we got about our little guy, “Han” means winter.

by Kelly

It hasn’t snowed yet,

but it will. We’re placing bets.

Dark morning, dark night.

by Kelly

F * - in’ A.  It’s May

and snow flakes pepper the sky

from morning till night.

by Kelly

winter just won’t go

it must want my first born child

it missed the memo

by Kelly

on April 16th

we wake to snow — life is full

of minor setbacks

by Kelly

old man winter

gasps his last breaths —

mid-April snow

by Alison

wedge of a moon

brightens the remaining snow -

possibilities