In Australia as winter approaches even I have my problems but mainly with old age and forgetfulness.
I hate the winter
The ice, the rain, that cold draft
From under the door
Sitting frustrated
I must locate the source now
For me it is war
One more sweater on
And now fill the kettle up
To make a hot drink
I see the problem
Slam that stupid back door shut
Ah! Serenity
It's funny how an open door creates such an elusive draft. Our garage door does that. I don't know how.
ReplyDeleteLove the haiku.
the chill of winter's draft and then it's followed by the heat of summers wrath
ReplyDeleteSweet! A beautiful image, and I love that you also saw a battle in your vision with the three words this week. We can feel the draft, and the serenity that shutting it off can bring.
ReplyDeleteA great set of senryu.
ReplyDeleteIt is cold up here in NW slopes and plains but only at night
Nice to rug up with a cuppa..Just hibernate in big furs for the winter and emerge next spring..I am:)
I like these poems of yours. Keep at it.
Our winter is trying hard to move into proper spring, but it's late this year. Ambient temperature won't move above 6 plus yet. Would you like me to send you a fur hat?
ReplyDeleteBrr..a draught excluder maybe a good bet too..metaphorical chills are just as pesky..and harder to slam the door on..I love this poem..Jae
ReplyDeleteI had to use my electric blanket this morning and it's spring here...lol.
ReplyDeletethis was fun to read - first the
ReplyDeletesly, cold winter and then the
punch line - loved.
And in my corner of the world, the opposite reigns. In summer, I work hard to close all the gaps and keep that 100 degree F air outdoors!
ReplyDeleteWe are enjoying spring here. Our winter was a non-winter! Maybe your winter won't amount to much.
ReplyDeleteAt any rate, I loved your haiku string!
I sort of chuckled to myself as I read the last verse. I saw a comment of your on one of the other TWW poems and thought, wow, he really hit the nail on the head. You were talking about the prompts and how you think about it and come back and there are already 30 posts up there. That happened to me this week.
ReplyDeleteI finally love winter because it snows where we live now. Before that, I aged a couple of decades during the winter season. Without the relentless war, I wonder if we would enjoy the heat so much.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great little poem!
ps~~Thanks for coming by so often. I've just recovered from being pretty sick and hoping to catch up on my blog. :)
Indeed with the back door closed, a sweater and a warm drink, serenity has arrived :) Simple, but effectively expressed.
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