I've been looking at SNOW for weeks, here in the Rockies. Soooooooo, time for a WINTER haiku! 5-7-5, as with the autumn challenge.....pick up the last word of the posted haiku and make it the first word of your creation :) **** Season of Wonder Hearts filled with Peace,Joy and Love banish all sadness **** However you celebrate the coming days, Enjoy!

Calls softly, gently Words fall like snow on rough ground Soothe my troubled soul

Rest, perhaps to sleep Drift gently from wakefulness Softly dream of love

Love, in gentle night. Mother swaddles holy child. Comfort for the world.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

world of many hues all joined in a hope of Peace if for just one day

crave the ol fruitcake? every sumptuous crumb? use it as doorstop :)

Crave the cold weather L.A. Xmas day sun burns Wash the truck in shorts

two "craves" at once. netsia by 20 minutes. I'll try again.

doorstop wedge of brass family pours in craving food Spam suprise awaits (extra points for working "Spam" into the holidays?)

breakfast fast broken more inches visit the beltline New Years compact nigh

Underneath the cold Skin of winter there beats strong The heart of summer.

nigh on to midnight visions swirling in his brain Santa cues the elves? **** There's always room for Spam, or is that Jell-O? lol

elves and elven kings fairies dancing, fairy rings, stuff of fantasy

frosty land so Bright evening star shines in the sky birth of a new Child

"One Oneness One"

child-like wondering stars, new births, new beginings happy endings sought

all of the forest patinaed with crystal glow icicles cling fast

snow falling softly gently covering harshness smoothing out wrinkles

eternity here the forest cathederal shines softly in moonlight

Moonlight on new snow. Such purity rarely found, In oft cruel world.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

future of the flake coverlet for hidden bud water for it's root

merging into one, the melting snow rivulets refreeze at course end

See my reflection in the frozen winter lake. I don't have much time.

time you go to school haiku last word first in next RTFM mate (The Art + TheAlex) garbleOCDsnix

mate haiku last word to the first word of your own voila, new haiku :)

Haiku for winter Celebrates cycle of life, Refreshing the Earth.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

earth dark under snow: gay colors are discarded amid tear-drenched clouds

clouds billow in sky dispersing feathers of snow angels fluffing quilts?

quilts layer low hills criss-crossed by impatient feet stitching through the snow

jewels of frozen snow dripping like diamonds from trees Tiffany of ice

jewels of ice: festooned twigs glisten and glint, glittering sequence. Sorry, but I had to pun on sequins. ;^) In the Arabian Nights, those were the coins of the realm, although I can not imagine being paid 100,000 sequins, much less wearing my wealth! A traveling merchant seeing a web swaying in the breeze of a frosty morning might have thought of a sparkling dancer.

time catches my thoughts and binds them frozen and stiff to drop like dead birds (we've got an overlap)

Snow-flakes fall in hand,
they melt just as they land there.
I still wish for more.

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I really have no idea why I didn't start my Haiku with the last word of the previous post, as I was completely aware of the rules! I've even looked at every previous Haiku to see if one ended in 'see' and I made some sort of error that way. Ah well, just keep checking that syllable count...

Message edited on: 12/31/2005 10:29

I overlooked the challenge requirement too. Apologies to the participants.

more....snow ice rain mix mountains now have 8 foot base happy new snow year :D

Year of illusion we mark the distance in air of time's arrowed flight

hazardous beauty - ice cracks away revealing heart broken and blue

horizon of light etched figures ever circling inside silver cup

touch the eagle's heart as it soars over the clouds feather drifts in snow

Snow caught on the tongue. Flightless angels on a hill. Children love winter.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

overtake the wind - clouds race with playful dragons entwining wet walls

Walls of icicles Prisms for the sun shining Rainbows through my panes

"I knew who I was when I woke up this morning; but I"ve changed several times since then"- Alice

Panes of glass reflect the dreary puddles outside. My snow has melted.

Reflections frozen. Over the shimmery iced lake, see the children skate.

skate as if children never feeling cold to core enthralled when you glide

Squeal now, with delight. The sled, like a rocket, flies! Beware of the tree.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

Night blankets the Earth. A cold wind sighs through the trees. Nature awaits Spring.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

Spring blossom awaits to pretty sparse winter trees. Joy for all who see.

see with all your heart as well as with open eyes know winter's glory

glory upwelling star by star by fiery star floating like candles

Die! I will take all, freeze and rage and steal light. For I am Winter. *** It doesn't seem like you're aware of the syllable count Acadia?

I've been doing it wrong? Sorry :( I'll bow out. I wish somoene had told me sooner. Carry on and have fun. :)

"It is good to see ourselves as others see us. Try as we may, we are never
able to know ourselves fully as we are, especially the evil side of us.
This we can do only if we are not angry with our critics but will take in good
heart whatever they might have to say." - Ghandi

Winter. Be not sad. Each day brings the spring closer, Despite the cold feet. --- Oh, you don't have to bow out. It is all just for fun. Now that you know how it works come on back. ~jon

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

Feet still tread across the frosted grassy field. The sun will return. *** Please don't leave just because you've been doing it wrong Acadia, the rules are in the first post. :)

Acadia,

Please don't leave... just learn and have fun.

Formal rules are 5,7,5 syllables, and either a time or a place should be implied, but not stated. For example, one wouldn't say "Groundhog's Day", but

His hibernation
Disturbed, Phil growls at gloved hands
And goes back to bed

tells you what day and where you are. :) What we added for the challenge is using the last word to start the next haiku. By deleting all of yours, there are now gaps in both the structure and the thoughts expressed (since we've been playing off of those as well). :sigh:

Carolly

Message edited on: 01/08/2006 12:33

Return rejoicing, Fragile life. Warm winter days. A brief flash of hope.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

hope in bright raiment dances across the cold sky: green skirts trail behind

behind the ice floe high above the snow filled clouds another season

season of snowbird winging through the swirling flakes hunter is ready **** :)

Ready the forepaw! Take aim at the coffee cup! Plink, plink go cookies!! OK, so it is silly. I'd reclined with the newspaper: a cup of coffee on the floor and a pair of cookies on the stool next to me. Skrogg hopped up on the stool, preparatory (I thought) to her claiming a lap. Wrong. She calculated the trajectory, scooped quickly, and BOTH cookies ended up in the coffee. Then she sat there admiring her handiwork. Coffee with lemon cookies tastes terrible. :( Carolly

Cookies for the eyes,
Of course, carrot, for the nose.
My cold friend takes shape. --- We just had a little snow, probably less than two inches. But it was wonderfully heavy wet stuff, the kind that packs so well. Dispite the lack of depth, I still saw some snowmen in the neighborhood.

Message edited on: 01/15/2006 17:42

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

Shape filling the room: Shining harp song drives darkness Into the corners.

corners of the eaves dripping icicles away snow is predicted

Predicted winter; clear, ice cold, dark short days. Night-time stars twinkle.

twinkle and tinkle icicles scintillating before they let go

Go home badgers and hedgehogs too, winter's coming and might just catch you!

you marvel at snow wonder at the flurried air is your name Frosty?

Frosty the Snowman was a very funny guy. He'd make me laugh.

laugh as the lightning arcs from ground to waiting cloud - orange taste on the air

Friends I never met, Step in from the winter night. Warm stove, hot coffee. ---- Good to see you drop by TP. Don't be a stranger. jon

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

coffee warms the hands: fingers curled around the cup and held near the heart TP... I don't know if we're that good, but we are having fun! :)

heart of the matter on a snowy winter's eve crackling fireplace

fire crackles and spits an answer to the darkness: I'll eat your ashes!

ashes strewn on snow family walks away, silent skier laid to rest this isn't meant to be depressing, just showing one's love for snow....if you ski, you understand

rest while possible - too soon the ice will crack rock, wash the thirsty root

root cause of content as I gaze out the window snow flakes falling down **** we have 3 snowstorms lined up for this weekend....they look like the flight pattern at O'Hare. :) The first storm is beginning now....good thing that I LOVE snow

down soft snow falling turns to ice upon the road driving a challenge :)

challenge accepted: I laugh once and leap forward, skis hiss at the turn

Turn to something new, the Winter prepares for you. Cast away old leaves.

Leaves. Scattered and brown. Litter the winter garden. Look close. There is life.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

life hovers in breath above hibernating bear and slumbering fox

fox darts across road burnished red color, sun shone hurried back to lair

lair of pirate king: gold-leaf lacquered walls, soft bed, shelter the pack rat

rat with piece of cheese an analogy for this skier with moguls

Moguls rule harshly; The slopes of life hold dangers, For the unwary.

 
~jon
My Blog - Mad Utopia Writing in a new era.

unwary, go slow, in the snow jeweled mountians avalanche occurs