If you missed my re-blog of Colleen Chesebro’s weekly poetry challenge, click here. In Sheridan, Wyoming, we received a significant amount of snow. That, along with worse conditions in the Midwest and Colleen’s prompt, inspired me to write the following. You’ll note that instead of “storm” and “cold,” I’m using “tempest” and “low temperatures.” Click the Play button below the poem to hear me read it. If you’re in an area affected by a severe winter storm, please stay safe.
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a winter tempest
snow cascades in whisps of white
brings low temperatures
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Abbie, I’m in Colorado Springs, south of you and we got hammered with a blizzard. The winds were so bad we couldn’t sleep! Ironically, I picked these words weeks ago, not knowing how true they would prove to be for so many of us. Your Haiku is perfect! ❤
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I wondered if there was a connection. Stay safe.
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You too, my friend. ❤
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I like the word “tempest” which conjures up thoughts of Shakespeare.
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Thank you. The word “tempest” was the first synonym of “storm” that popped into my head.
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Hi, Abbie–Having just come inside from shoveling snow a second time tonight, I was pleased to read your poem and realize that a beautiful Haiku can come from such weather–not just a sore shoulder and neck. When I came inside, I brushed the accumulated snow off my fake fur-trimmed hood of my down coat into the sink. Then, I hung up the coat. I missed a clump of snow which dropped down and splat me in the face! Almost funny! I should have been writing my blog, instead of shoveling!
Stay warm and well–Alice and Willow
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thank you, Alice. I hope you and Willow are also staying safe and warm and am sorry you don’t have anyone to do your shoveling for you.
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Snow does cascade! (K)
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Captured it!
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Thank you.
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Abbie, you inspired me to look up this old Haiku written for my first guide dog, Simba on February 13, 1982.
Ghosts upon the playground,
Galloping in their pleasure,
Paw prints in the snow.
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Oh how sweet. Thank you for sharing.
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