Mar 17

Haiku 441

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , , , March 17th, 2010

by Kelly

by Kelly

endless phone calls but

out my window chickadees

jockey for prime seeds

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Mar 14

Haiku 438

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , March 14th, 2010

by Alison

by Alison

preparing our home

for another hurricane -

tall pines creak and sway

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Mar 11

Haiku 435

Posted: under Uncategorized.
Tags: , , , , , , March 11th, 2010

by Kelly

by Kelly

before loving me

he speaks softly to both dogs –

outside, winter thaws

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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 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 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

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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