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One syllable haiku

Posted by Claudia Moser on 11:13 AM in , , , ,
Snow fell thick at night
White space next to me; cold and
Brisk, looked clear and pure.

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18 Comments


Lovely Claudia.

Have a good day

Fiona x


That is lovely Claudia. I had never heard of the word Haiku until I started blogging! Yours is very seasonal as well.


nice haiku


It's lovely and perfectly describes Winter - even if I sometimes struggle with Haiku... Have a great Sunday evening xo


Well done, Claudia! You've captured the purity and majesty of snow beautifully--one syllable at a time!


@Fiona - you too!
@Diane - I love haiku!
@Adam - thanks
@Mlle Poirot - nice to have you around
@Beth - good challenge!
@Annmarie - thanks!


Brilliant and perfect for this time of the year! Now I am dreaming of a white Christmas!!!

Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com


Magnificent...excellent Haiku and following the one syllable rule, too! amazing!


@Kathy - sweet!
@Jo - very kind of you my dear!


OH this was awesome :D


this touched me lot. I am right there. Thank you so much for sharing


Short. sweet. and single syllabled. (yeah, that's a word)


Love the clarity and crispness- I will try this too


@Jenn - thank you!
@Jenni - glad you enjoyed it!
@Lee - true :)
@Laura - haiku is a nice activity, I enjoy it very much!


I'd love to see snow fall in our city. We don't get a lo of snow in the southern United States.

http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/2012/11/gbe2-one-syllable-challenge.html


This really was wonderful. It painted such a pretty and peaceful image in my mind.


@Joyce - well wehavequite skme snow now!
@Amy - good, happy I managed that!

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