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Windy Haiku Challenge

I’ve become a bit stretched for words for Autumn leaves recently and have felt a sad little haiku void appearing. But today is a fresh,very blustery day with bright sunshine and loads of action – so I’m feeling inspired again. I feel I have tens of haikus to write today and have decided to challenge myself to write one an hour. I’ve already noted what the trees and clouds and sun are doing, so I just need to compact those observations into cute little haiku. I should get at least 7 done before the end of the day. I’m not sticking to 5,7,5 unless it feels natural.

So here’s the 12 o’clock one (in the conservatory with a cup of coffee and a book):

    flickering sunlight

    as wind moves shadows

    across my page

      * * *

Okay. I’ve just made a massive soup (and then remembered there are only 3 of us for lunch!) and done the washing and now here’s the 1 o’clock haiku:

    slapped in the face

    by wet washing

    in a strong wind

      * * *

Soup eaten, middle child loading dishwasher and I’ve just got the last of the washing on the line. While I was outside, my 2 o’clock haiku was ruined:

    terrifying sound

    of military aircraft

    howling through the sky

      * * *

Grrrr…. But this is what I was listening to before I was rudely interrupted:

    swishing sounds

    of blustery wind pushing


      * * *

Three o’clock already?!?!:

    wispy light

    and nearly free of leaves

    the tree stencils dance

      * * *

Oooh! I’m late! I had to do some shouting about places that felt tip pens ARE NOT SUPPPOSED TO BE USED by children! And then I got absorbed in a workbook activity.
Four-thirty o’clock it is then:

    wind rips through clouds

    dragging torn grey-white strips

    across a blue sky

      * * *

5 o’clock and gasping for a cup of tea:

    necessary wind

    clears rotting leaves

    from the branches

      * * *

Six o’clock. Got through the day, remembered to feed and water the kids at suitable intervals, finished chapter 4 , hubby’s back and I now feel I could go on for ever, but we promised to phone number 1 daughter in Greece. Here’s one for the road:

    low whistle

    of wind driving through

    every gap

      * * *
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  1. Shannon #

    Way to go! Maybe a haiku marathon one day?



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