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Wednesday, December 17, 2008


This was originally posted at gautami's blog, in response to a poem of hers.

snowy day
hugging the clothes
out of the dryer


Anonymous David Giacalone said...

Hi, Bill,

A moment of solitary comfort.

Aurora has a good (young-person's) memory. She recalled that I had the following poem in The Heron's Nest (March 2005):

alone —
warm laundry

It was the first poem I ever had accepted and published. Thanks for the walk down memory lane. And, thanks to AA for all those good synapses.

6:58 PM  
Blogger John McDonald said...

warming Bill

1:08 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

to Happy Holidays
the warmth
in your haiku

much love

4:28 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Like it very much, Bill!


6:05 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

I like yours, David. And, since it appeared in The Heron's Nest, no doubt I've read it before, even though I wasn't conscious of it when I wrote mine. Isn't that Aurora a show-off?

Thanks, John, Gillena, and gautami.

7:34 AM  
Blogger Masago said...

Comforting... and the fresh aroma (and the tender feel to come)... :_)

5:08 PM  
Blogger Devika said...

just makes my heart melt...
Love it, Bill

Merry Chritmas, dear :)


7:45 PM  
Anonymous David Giacalone said...

I can't wait for Aurora to hit 30, so she'll stop being so darn precocious.

7:46 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Vaughn and Devika; and, Devika, thanks for that Christmas wish

Hit it, David? Hell, she'll blast it to smithereens!

8:36 PM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

The clothes must be dry!
The rain after the snow
has something to do.

We are having rains after rain here... Boring. And wet.

2:52 AM  
Blogger jem said...

Lovely - reminds me of childhood in many ways, the gust of warmth that came from the laundrette door as you walked past, the warmth in many ways of new washing at home - in part from the heat but also from the smell which will always remind me of my mother.

7:06 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

tikkis, into each life some rain and snow and rain and . . . must fall.

Thanks, jem, for the memory.

9:49 AM  
Blogger polona said...

anything for a bit of warmth...
i like it

10:44 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, polona.

1:41 PM  
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6:04 AM  

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