green grass springs skyward
seed of winter’s frozen womb
hope is born anew
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Linked in at Haiku Heights, where the prompt this week is "Green." This piece is a fix-up of one I wrote ages ago, before I had a clue what a haiku was.
"Be obscure clearly." ~E.B. White
Simple, yet hope-filled!
ReplyDeleteNot a Wisp of Green
love the title! the cycle of renewal is nature's most precious gift...
ReplyDeleteLove the title and haiku...a beautiful expression of spring's rebirth
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this!!!!!
ReplyDeletePerfect pix. Those little leaves look so full of determination and energy - suits the verse well
ReplyDeletewow ... green depicting creation ... lovely thought !!!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful nature haiku!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful! I enjoyed readin this immensely Patti :)
ReplyDeletePeekaboo with the moon!
Lovely metaphor here...
ReplyDeletelove me some new hope...like new life...like spring...
ReplyDeleteWhere there is hope there is life! It keeps things alive. Nice thoughts Patti!
ReplyDeleteHank
Lovely haiku! Hard to imagine that feeling just now with our high summer heat and just-broken drought, but I look forward to it all the same.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my place!
Clever title. Spring is coming.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of "winter's frozen womb"! Delightful!
ReplyDeleteI love the title of this poem. It is the essence of spring.
ReplyDeleteI love the line:
ReplyDeleteseed of winter's frozen womb
oh no
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Like this very much :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I love the positive message of your haiku. Here's to hope, always.
ReplyDeleteI love it, Patti. I don't know what you wrote ages ago, but the fix-up is a delicious haiku.
ReplyDeleteLast winter I wrote "The pregnant earth", a poem in Spanish - La tierra preñada -, about how life is growing under the snow:
http://donaene.blogspot.com.es/2012/02/la-tierra-prenada.html
In just three rich lines you have resumed the idea wonderfully.
Your Blog is a nice place to find beauty and tenderness, I'll come back.
Thanks for sharing.
:)
That first line is killer with the grass springing skyward. What a joyful image. Fills me with hope!!!
ReplyDeleteI like the hope that is born anew ~
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ReplyDeletepleasant and promisinglines. wonderful..:)
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