by greenfrog
Fall’s day-stars now gleam
Through leafing willow twigs. Spent
Bud-shells crunch on Path.
Cross-posted at In Limine: On the threshold, at the beginning.
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Wilderness Interface Zone 
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Are Bud-shells spent beer cans?
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I love haiku. Very nicely done, and it reminds me of the similarity between spring and fall: the thin branches and new leaves don’t keep back the light as yet, and bud covers are everywhere. Our back yard has a pin oak, and it is only just losing half of its leaves. I glance out the window and see brown leaves flying across the dead grass and I have to check for myself, is it Spring or is it Fall?
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For the record, I did figure this out about thirty seconds after I posted.
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Th.
You have one of the worst cases of nature deficit disorder I’ve ever seen.
Get help!
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Th.– weiser, man.
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Lora,
The first real sign of spring in Denver where I live is always the oaks’ beginning to drop last year’s leaves.
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P—
I’m planning on heading out to Point Reyes soon. Hopefully that will help.
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greenfrog, ever try a tanka?
On mornings, late March,
The children rise, rubbing eyes.
“I dreamed they returned,”
They say. “I dreamed hummingbirds.”
Then the first bright bird arrives.
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greenfrog:
I like the image here of layers of bud husks covering the ground; I think of my run this morning where there were places on the sidewalk where it was all I could do not to crush piles of them and get them stuck to my shoes and drag them through the house.
Spring cleaning, anyone?
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Th.:
What is with you and buds/but(t)s lately?
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Patricia:
Now that I think of it, I could have sent you this spring-y haiku. Your tanka reminded me of it (though there subjects aren’t really related beyond maybe flight and the notion of childhood):
i regret blowing
and not blowing
dandelion clocks
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I like that, Tyler.
But I do think you read too much into my three-letter words.
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My wife says I read too much into everything.
Go figure.
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Now that I think of it, I could have sent you this spring-y haiku.
I think you just did. 😉
It would be fun to see more of this—folks writing (or at least folding into the comments) poetry in response to others’ verse.
But not verse versus verse.
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More of a verse plus verse?
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I think you just did. 😉
I did, didn’t I?
(Almost a palindrome…)
It would be fun to see more of this €”folks writing (or at least folding into the comments) poetry in response to others’ verse.
I like that idea. Maybe we should start a WIZ renku, something to this effect. (There are two links in this sentence, just FYI; it’s kind of hard to see them the way this text is formatted.)
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verse plus verse
equals more verse? or is well-versed?
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(The links are embedded in “renku” and “this effect.”)
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it’s kind of hard to see them the way this text is formatted.)
Yeah, I’ve noticed. I’ve got a few invisible links scattered around this thread myself. (For instance, “nature deficit disorder” above bears a link).
I’ll look into it.
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Tyler,
I like the image here of layers of bud husks covering the ground; I think of my run this morning where there were places on the sidewalk where it was all I could do not to crush piles of them and get them stuck to my shoes and drag them through the house.
Though I think the language of the haiku is a bit strained, I liked the image of empty bud husks crunching under my feet, and once I accepted that as the primary (starting point, anyway) image, the rest of the haiku sort of came together when I saw Orion through the maple’s branches and realized that if I saw Orion at his night job, it must be spring.
Patrice,
I’m not familiar with tanka forms, though I’ve googled to confirm that it’s a 5-7-5-7-7 structure. Is there a tradition of imagic (non)use with regard to them?
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g.f., if you mouse over “tanka” in my comment above you’ll find an invisolink. That’ll take you there.
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Unexpected scents
Reach the old dog’s nose. Ears perk.
Brows lift. And his eyes
Open to the unconceived–
Safe, because the door’s ajar.
Lessee what dreams may come.
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Rich maple walnut,
Creamy caramel pecan,
Even rocky road.
What are these to the nutty
Divinity of friends’ words?
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Just to be certain,
The Labrador retriever
Licks rain-worn sandstone,
Tasting its iron redness —
Tongue on stone and stone on tongue.
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