• Four Haiku for Winter

    by  • December 11, 2012 • Bad Personal Philosophy, Poetry • 0 Comments

    Winter’s wet, creeping onset has evidently put me into a poetical frame of thought — because somehow or other I stumbled across a collection of winter-themed haiku by Charles de Lint.  This one in particular leaped out at me:

    Shadow of a crow
    upon the snow is as black
    as the bird above

    Lovely, isn’t it? I used to think I could actually write poetry, but I have long since shed that pretension like a frayed skin two sizes too small. Nevertheless, I decided to try writing a few of my own because, well, why not? Fortunately, haiku isn’t really poetry at all — it’s more like breath control in yoga, or applying a particularly satisfying texture to the cream cheese on your lunchtime bagel before you tuck in, or effortlessly rescuing an apple in mid-fall from a produce stand. They’re like graceful little gestures lost in a crowd — the fact they’re so small as to be almost unnoticed, and soon forgotten, is one of their virtues. Anyway, haiku: I wrote one, and three others followed unbidden.

    * * * * *

    shivering maples
    stand naked, yearning for rain —
    winter’s tender kiss

    * * * * *

    daylight forgotten,
    sleep through another sunrise
    taken on good faith

    * * * * *

    ice blue, ember red:
    we hunt in vain for winter’s
    imagined accents.

    * * * * * *

    crow, summer’s stranger,
    dances through the naked branches —
    he’s come home at last.

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