Cold moon, cold moonlight
Tucking another blanket
around the newborn.
by CarolPurington from Family Farm: Haiku for a Place of Moons
We have no newborn, but this haiku captures the way I feel as the winter night falls. When bedtime arrives I gaze out at our snowy landscape, chill and luminous in the moonlight; I am happy to slip between my flannel sheets, and tuck a warm quilt around me. Then I dream of spring when the snow is gone, when veils of green appear and when peepers in the Frog Pond sing me to sleep.
Thanks to Carolyngail who hosts the muses the first of every month. Click here to see how others are inspired.
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I like this haiku and the photo goes with it perfectly. It won’t be long and you will be listening to those spring peepers. I heard the first ones here yesterday. Spring will come.
Such a lovely photo, Pat, and the haiku is beautiful. Our snow has melted, but it’s a gray and muddy brown vista that I see from my bedroom window. I’m dreaming of spring, too.
I enjoyed the haiku Pat. Here on the other side of the pond from you we have not seen any snow since before Christmas and today was almost a spring day. Just a chill wind in the air to remind us that after all it’s only the first of March 🙂
This afternoon I had the pleasure of visiting with the author of this beautiful and evocaaive haiku. I recommend all her books to you.
A wonderful selection as always, Pat. Thanks for joining us once again.