February 20th 2016

I continued tweaking last night’s haiku this morning, afternoon and evening. I liked the sense switching—the coywolf’s cry being the frost in the window. I liked the imagery of the frostlit moon. But all these seemed too forced. I think I might be satisfied with something much simpler—a quality that I like in Basho’s haiku. They evoke complexity through a simplicity of  observation.
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winds
····in February—the comforter drifting over
········her hips
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The sun begins to wake me, rising a little earlier every morning, but is still cold.
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106 February 20th 2016 | bottlecap

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