f/k/a . . .

If I had done (any of) my Holiday Chores over the weekend,

I’d be posting about “professionalism” right now and not

frantically figuring out what absolutely needs to get into

the mail today.  

 

So, I’m going to balance my tardiness with a few

premature solstice haiku:

 

 

 

 

 

shortest day

the highrise disappears

into indigo

 

                      Pamela Miller Ness 

 

 

 

 

 

winter solstice–
moving the scale
to a lighter place

 

                     Alice Frampton

                             from The Heron’s Nest (III:12)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

shortest day –
all of the yellow
beaten out of eggs

      MATT MORDEN

          from The Heron’s Nest V:3

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                          “CandyCaneGV”

 

 

  A whisp of white smoke:

Out of a widow’d chimney

         Winter is rising

 

                                     RICHARD WRIGHT,

                                              Haiku: This Other World

 

 

 

 

 

winter solstice
the hardware out of
three way bulbs

          

 

 

 

 

 

 

winter dream

                i pick myself

                    from a line-up of suspects

                ed markowski 

 

 

 

 

winter solstice

our son reads a fairy tale

to his unborn son

         

Peggy Lyles

      from To Hear the Rain

 

 

 

 

winter solstice
adolescent wiccans
flunk a spelling test

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

not sure

it’s coming back  

clouds hide the solstice sun

 

                                  dagosan