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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smiles....love that....good dad...this made me smile...
ReplyDeletewell, he did didn't he?
Deletesmiles back
Ah, your real Santa Claus!
ReplyDeleteI love it.. brought a big smile to my face. Well done.
ReplyDeleteNice one, Suz!
ReplyDeleteChristmas comes but once a year, and when it does it brings good cheer?! :)
ReplyDeleteSweet.....love this Suz! :-)
ReplyDeletecome on carrie...it's haiku
Deletequestion....can haiku be sweet?
ha thanks ...kidding...of course it can
father and son....NC and Andrew
I love how you captured Wyeth's past .. his father playing Santa. Dreams do come true.
ReplyDeleteoh you noticed Helen!
DeleteIt is just so good Suz, you are in sparkling form!
ReplyDeletesparkling....I like that John....;)
Deletethis made me smile....x
ReplyDeleteFather Christmas? Lovely.
ReplyDeletewyeth's father....who came down the chimney
DeleteA delightful image!
ReplyDeleteSweet wishes....wonderfully written....
ReplyDeleteNicely done - Christmas in the summer.?
ReplyDeletesummer...there is snow out that window girl
Deleteand yes anyway...christmas all the time in the memory's heart
a triolet of haiku to welcome a saint to your hearth.
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yes yes 3 haiku....you win the prize Rel
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