(g) Twiglet 9/ Exclamation: Winter! (1.31) wp

Exclamation: Winter!
(mini haibun)

Like hail, though not as dense
(If there was any sense to the weather)
Packed flakes fell while the sun shone
(squalls, mini balls of snow flown about, no tether)

Bouncing off the back porch roof
Twirling in unscripted ballet
One huge spotlight slowly shifted in the
Semi-blue sky with dust colored curtain clouds

odd phenomenon
less than half a dozen times
brief distraction points

©JP/dh

https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/2017/01/31/twiglet-9/
It’s a ball.

Note: A snowsquall (or snow squall) is a sudden
moderately heavy snowfall with blowing snow and
strong, gusty surface winds. It is often referred to
as a whiteout and is similar to a blizzard but is
localized in time or in location and snow accumulations
may or may not be significant.

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(g) peckish (1.30) wp

peckish
(a renga)

Redtail Hawk is back
looking under the wood stack
For squirrel dinner

squirrels stayed safely hidden
as the Blue Jays pecked at seed

Redtail Hawk did not
find the little voles either;
left the ‘feeder’ crowd

©JP/dh 1.30.17

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(g) chilled (1.29) wp

chilled
(a renga)

late morning, too cold
remembering the season
all to do is sigh

up two degrees from midnight
so, not much up from freezing

all to do is sigh
a season to remember
too cold, late morning

©JP/dh 1.29.17

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(g) QKJ / Can you hear me now? (1.28) wp

Can you hear me now?
(a renga)

Gone the purple fruit
(within the warm midnight hour)
I consumed them all

Alas you can not break fast
With those tasty morsels now

I’d apologize
(Perhaps I could, should, would try)
Remembering them…

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/qkj-28/
Steal Well (rewrite: William Carlos Williams’ “This Is Just To Say”

I have eaten/ the plums/ that were in/ the icebox

and which/ you were probably/ saving/ for breakfast

Forgive me/ they were delicious/ so sweet/ and so cold

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(g) QKJ 27/ Just so I don’t have to cook, t’is all (1.27) wp

Just so I don’t have to cook, t’is all
(haibun)

Maybe when he returns,
though he’s been eating out –
He’ll be willing to take me out?

Though with winter returning
I’d have to bundle up –
We wouldn’t have to go far

We could return
To the local place, maybe not a
Favorite…no mess to clean

We can be found returning
To our two stools to the left
Of the bar – watch soundless TV

Then after we return
Payment for the bill, we can
Go home – and enjoy our reunion

cooking can be fun,
in my own space, but tonight
no chef’s role for me

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/27/qkj-27/
Write about your favorite restaurant.

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(g) by and by (1.26) wp

by and by
(a renga)

up too late reading
slept in, a tad, really
I missed the muster

then it could have been the rain
moist sky leaks, dawn barely breaks

yet I am sure that
the crows, their black cloud, their crowd
gather somewhere close

©JP/dh

http://crow.bz/main/murder.htm A horde, hover, muster,
parcel are also listed as collective nouns for Crows.
The most famous of them all is “a murder”.

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(g) perfect timing? (1.25) wp

perfect timing?
(a renga)

pink sky eases slow
from the east, only briefly
blocked by the crow horde

a natural alarm clock
if you haven’t another set

miles of them spilling
unlike the contained grains of
an hourglasses sand

©JP/dh

http://crow.bz/main/murder.htm A horde, hover, muster,
parcel are also listed as collective nouns for Crows.
The most famous of them all is “a murder”.

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