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Wednesday, 29 February 2012

haiku

blackbirdsong -
already the scent
of wild garlic

9 comments:

  1. Love it Juliet.
    We have the scent of wild onion.

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  2. I like this, Juliet. I tried to tell you yesterday, but my computer told me you don't exist. Well, maybe I got that wrong.

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  3. Thanks Michelle!

    Bill, I had a publishing hiccup with this one yesterday, so maybe that was what caused your problem!

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  4. Oh, this is wonderful! I have my best bird picture ever posted with my new blog entry - a red-winged blackbird. Do you have them? I love they way they cling to the grain and trill and sing, with their bright red and yellow wing patches shining in the sun!

    You really do have a talent for haiku. I always enjoy them when you post them for us.

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  5. No scent of wild garlic here. A couple of dead yellow jackets on the pavement tell me that the stinging insects are coming out and spring is on its way :)

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  6. I know the scent of wid garlic, it's the most tremendous for spring and memory, it's the heat of the sun of memory on the grass of time grabbing each blade by the neck with nostalgia and desire.

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  7. An evocative post. Your haiku is powerful.

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