Monday, August 27, 2012

132 magpie tale



warm winter sunlight
two apples left in a dish
clock ticked toward midnight

big stone fireplace
 my dreams held in lonely room
I knew he would come

 his bag filled with  gifts
cold and dampness forgotten
 Father slid down hearth

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23 comments:

  1. smiles....love that....good dad...this made me smile...

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    1. well, he did didn't he?
      smiles back

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  2. I love it.. brought a big smile to my face. Well done.

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  3. Christmas comes but once a year, and when it does it brings good cheer?! :)

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    1. come on carrie...it's haiku
      question....can haiku be sweet?
      ha thanks ...kidding...of course it can
      father and son....NC and Andrew

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  5. I love how you captured Wyeth's past .. his father playing Santa. Dreams do come true.

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  6. It is just so good Suz, you are in sparkling form!

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    1. sparkling....I like that John....;)

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    1. wyeth's father....who came down the chimney

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  8. Sweet wishes....wonderfully written....

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  9. Nicely done - Christmas in the summer.?

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    1. summer...there is snow out that window girl
      and yes anyway...christmas all the time in the memory's heart

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  10. a triolet of haiku to welcome a saint to your hearth.
    rel

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    1. yes yes 3 haiku....you win the prize Rel

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