Haiku

beauty and long sleep
walk sacred paths of winter
'til new dawn of spring

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Eastern

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Earth Vicinity (within a five light-year radius), ZZC

Favorite Poets: John Donne

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Comments

long sleep abiding

long sleep abiding
Spring steps forward exalted,
all life bears witness

lovely haiku, Jim!

Thanks Anna,

I see you love the spring better than winter lol. Most do, but for me the winter is the best; empty spaces, you know?

Dear Jim,

I breathe a peaceful sigh as I read your poem of beauty. Thinking of the fair creatures hibernating under a soft blanket of white.

love, cat

:)

Exactly, Cat.
You are a fellow winter afficionado, I see, heehee.

Actually I love all the

Actually I love all the seasons and live in an area that is resplendent with (SAD) Seasonal Affective Disorder.
However, the days grow longer after 12/21.

Besides, you'd have to live here for most of your life, like I have, to really claim yourself as a winter aficionado. Ha!

Anna,

Ah, but I have experienced the grip of winter upon many lands at many times...Ha!

;)

Yah, I know about SAD. So does the rather large bank of lights I spend 2 hours a day under, between December and March, heehee.

Days growing longer: Yule is my favorite rite, and winter solstice always finds me facing East at dawn.