Sigh.An especially appropriate spring Haiku, if I do say so myself.Quiet, everyone, while I give your poet the business that all good natured and chipper people deserve from the angry, bitter and twisted!*ahem*The snow it blowsBetween my toesAnd down my bloody backMy nose, my ears, my arse are frozeCause I wore my summer clothes.
Glen, I love it!
Glen is a poet inside Leigh. Do not let him tell you anything but.
I like to watch bumble bees work, but husband prefers to see his honeybees. Nice Haiku!
Thank you Kathy! We used to have bees here (maybe we will again someday) and someone brings about 40 hives in for a month or so in the Spring, so the pollen does not go to waste. But the Bumblebees will be here all year.
You've reminded me that I need to get back to dabbling in haiku. A couple of years ago I made a new year's goal to write one a day. Then one of my goats contracted listerosis, and I forgot about it. I love how figuring a haiku out seems so therapeutic. A mental reset, anyway.
You should Leigh! I have to admit I have not thought about them as therapeutic, but if I actually consider how I think about them, I suppose that is right. Certainly the fact that - at least traditionally - they often deal with Nature makes them attractive to me as well.
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