Winter shakes the frost
from her cloak as robins sing
to awaken Spring.
Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). β€
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Poet Rummager 
Short but as usual sweet. π
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Thanks for stopping by and commenting, SumitO! π· βΊοΈ
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You changed my name to SumitO ππππ
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I’m a poet. We can do stuff like that!π
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Hahaha.. You really do? ππ
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Do you mind? What should I call you?
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Haha.. No Jo I don’t mind you can call me whatever you want.
But yeah, there’s a name which my parents had given me 20 years back – Sumit π
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Okay Sumit! Nice to meet you. My name is Rose which my parents named me much longer than 20 years ago π
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Hahaha…. Nice name Rose. π
Thanks to your parents. π
I’m glad to meet you. π
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In the cloakroom birds
shake off snowflakes from their necks
and tip Spring’s lame clerk
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Brilliant and funny! π
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i just think to best way to respond to your haiku is with another that just picks up and riffs on the words and ideas lurking in the original.. π
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Just enough
Great one Rose
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Thanks Sheldonπ
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lovely image of winter personified and I love how you have the robin awakening spring! I’m hoping it’ll happen here soon too!
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Thank you! You write beautiful haiku poems, and your words touch me. I’m hoping for spring to arrive soon, as well.π·ππΉ
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Gorgeous picture.x
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Very gorgeous, indeed! Fly is very talented. xo
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short and sweet π
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Thank you!π·
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beautiful short poetry
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Thanks much, San! ππ
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Lovely post! Just one question…Actually never mind haha, This one really has me thinking, but I like it!
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Lol. What’s your question? I’m glad the poem made you think. βΊοΈπ·
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Lol got confused on the who “her” was referring to at first and would love for you to explain
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Haiku poems have a stringent form to follow, so I understand your confusion!
I’ve personified “Winter” as a female who’s shaking off her cloak.
Thank you so much for reading my work so carefully, Tracey. I’m happy answering your questions. xo
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And thanks for the insight!!
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Wow Rose. . Such beautiful words. singing to awaken spring. Liked it. And pic is awesome by Fly trap man. π Have a great weekend. π
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Ah, you’re a joy, and your comments always make me smile! Fly’s photo is lovely. Thanks so much, Jackie. Have a great weekend, too!! πβΊοΈ
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It’s my pleasure Rose. And thanks for the wishes. . π
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Lovely , lovely, lovely Haiku illustrated with such a pretty photo
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Thank you! Fly’s photo wrote the poem. ππΉ
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Beautiful. And I love the photo.
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Thank you very much, Charles! π³π¦
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Another winner Rose. π₯
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I appreciate you stopping by with your kind words, Alan. π¦π
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Beautiful one…short and sweet… π
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Ah, your words are music to my ear! Thank you. βΊοΈπ€π§πΌπ΅πΆ
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I’ve seen some of those birds. To me they claim the end of the summer. x_x
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Enjoy summer’s gifts! π· πΌ πΈ
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I hate getting frost on my cloak!
The robins are early this year. There’s no snow on the ground, so I suppose that means they can massacre worms. Lucky them.
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I had no idea you wore a cloak π Is it like the one the Headless Horseman wears?
Your robin photos are very lovely. I’m sure they’ll share worms and bugs with you if you’re nice to them! π π
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Shorter than a haiku but, as well, one that says plenty. Beautiful poetry.
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It is a haiku; 5-7-5. Thank you for your compliment!
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I see. It’s been a long time since I last read a haiku.
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Yay for spring! Lovely haiku π
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Thank you! β β β
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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I can smell spring in the air, with the robin’s song. Lovely haiku! π
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Your comment made it! Yay!! Thanks. π
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HaveahappySundayRum~rinaldo
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You, too, Rinaldo! Thank you β β₯ γ α¦ β»
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very nice… springtime is awake – hope of a new life… π
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Thanks for the beautiful words! π πΈ
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I like it when a rhyme can be smuggled into a blank verse form w/o the slightest hint of a queer bulge under anybody’s coat. π
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What?! Damn, I kinda like queer bulges, baby. π
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Thank you, lovely Monica β€
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