Monday, November 08, 2010

Clouds and Cold

drowsing brown forest
drunk on November flurries
yawning for winter


Atrisa said...

frost chasing
the roots run to hibernate
winter house of soil

Karen said...

Already! How quickly pass the days!

Jasmin said...

Whenever I see a birch, I want to peel off the entire bark. What does that say about me?!

Each of these three lines offer up so much. I'm drunk on your word choices. How excellent.

Oddyoddyo13 said...

Haha, just reading this made me feel all slurred and slow. :)

the walking man said...

Likewise I am yawning that I might sleep through the coming nude season.

SarahA said...

Oh that is lovely. I am loving the 'yawning for Winter'. Beautiful Haiku; you.

Anonymous said...

Atrisa, beautiful words. More than a few of us feel like the roots.

Karen, yes, it was very much a November forest last weekend in the mountains.

Jasmin, but it's right there for the peeling, right?? How can one resist? :) Thank you!

Oddyoddyo13, very cool! I like walking around with the camera and just snapping up what I find there.

Walking Man, that sounds perfect.

SarahA, thanks! I like how poetry is a push to communicate in new and interesting ways.

February Grace said...

Oh, so lovely.

I have missed this place.


SzélsőFa said...

i love the interesting sight this photo offers.
and yes, normally, literally and otherwise, there is winter.

Terri said...

... while over on this side of the planet...
humid heat rises
blue sky grows dark and heavy
summer storms brew

Bebo said...

Oh I love/miss walking thru woods like these at just this time of yr, listening to the trees creaking/murmuring in the Nov winds.