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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I wonder

bare branches . . .
I wonder how many
more winters

First published in One Hundred Gourds


Blogger Frank... said...

A very poignant post, Bill...

1:16 PM  
Blogger Magyar said...

branches weave
screaching in the wind
a walking stick

__Bill. I, as well, wonder... how many more winters. Common thought.

6:54 PM  
Blogger John McDonald said...

we've reached that stage Bill

12:20 AM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

I know the feeling well, Bill.


5:42 AM  
Blogger Rita Odeh said...

teach me how
to survive every winter..
the oak tree

Your haiku reminded me of the previous one which I wrote as a short poem, long ago.
An evocative ku, Bill.

1:20 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Frank.

M, a hint of Yeats, one of the great poets of aging,
in your ku

John and Adelaide, thanks for sharing that.

A fine ku, Rita. That direct address is not the sort of thing I'd be likely to do, but you make it work. Do I detect the influence of Robert Wilson?

4:31 PM  
Blogger polona said...

i remember this one, and it still packs a punch...

long night
the urge to reconsider
my beliefs

(one of mine from the same source)

5:22 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

And a very good one, Polona. Thanks for sharing it with us.

6:04 AM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

I passed my 66.6th birthday and now waiting for my 100 year's jubileum.

I wonder I should reserve some tables already from or neighbor-pub?

Slowly filling
in my calendar

12:10 AM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

sorry a typo: "or" as I meant meant "our" ...

12:11 AM  

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