February 16th 2017

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ducks
····on vanishing waters—a midwinter’s
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Driving along the Connecticut river and before the snow had covered it, the ice was like flawless glass—clear and black. Beads of frost, like white and perfectly scattered marbles, dotted the surface.
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February 15th 2017

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also
····shining in the moonlit rafters—an old iron
········skillet
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I remember this time last year, wondering if I had any more of the winter’s haiku in me. As far as I know, no Japanese poets attempted to write a haiku a year though they did, occasionally, claim to write several thousand in a single day. Every so often I write a haiku with some philosophical import, which I would like to write more of, but mostly the ordinary strikes me in unusual or extraordinary ways.
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February 14th 2017

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on
····a clear winter’s night—apples hard as falling
········stones
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The reddish knots to which the apple tree’s still clung finally let go—or most let go after the nor’easter’s coming through.
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Photo by Jared Jenisch 2017 Treewritings
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The attached image is by my neighbor, Jared Jenisch, who writes every day and has been taking beautiful pictures besides. I’ve offered to include his pictures, as he provides them, along with my haiku. You can find more at his blog.
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February 11th 2017

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a plow
····truck thunders by—the lemon tree
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Drove to Maine and back today in some of the worst weather I’ve ever driven in—a freezing rain in single digits that froze to the windshield no matter the heat inside. Finally back home, a plow truck rumbled by, shaking the house. I was reminded of Buson’s poem:
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a heavy cart
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········peonies tremble
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Our little lemon tree is finally springing back to life after giving up its leaves in the fall.
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February 10th 2017

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burning
····in an arctic sky—a February
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Another haiku about the winter’s night sky. Up at half past midnight, the moon on the new fallen snow shone with an almost sunlit brilliance. Such nights in the dead of winter are more like a pale daylight. One can walk, ski, or snowshoe with ease. After January—overcast days and nights with only one or two exceptions—February feels sunny and refreshing. My favorite little month.
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