Solstice Poetry Reading Day 3

Linda and I like to stretch our celebrations out. Therefore, our birthdays are a month long, and celestial events like Winter Solstice usually include the week before and the week after. You know what that means... more poetry!

When it comes to poetry and simplicity, there is no more fitting form than haiku.  

Writing your own can be fun when approached spontaneously and working quickly while allowing the moment to guide the words.

I took a crack at my own winter haiku. They are harder to create than they appear, as a haiku demands just the right amount of words. 

They are delicate and fragile. Careful!

Here we go:

Short days are stretching out now

and yet all is dark.

Sitting quietly - no light.

Here is an unpublished effort from Allen Ginsberg:

Another year has past.

The world

is no different.

Or here is Juma:

Frost covered garden.

Let's plant plump yellow pansies -

Little golden suns!

To get the most haiku-ish experience one must go to a master. I leave you with an example from Basho:

Winter solitude -

in a world of one colour

the sound of the wind.

Woosh!