PARIS CAFE IN DECEMBER
intermittent rain–
coffee and tobacco smoke
from an open door
a wailing siren –
beyond the streaked glass
no promises
damp wool and steam–
the holiday restored
with a brandy
Modern Haiku, spring 2005
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CHRISTMAS EVE The Feast of the Seven Fishes. My mother serves baccala (salt cod with tomatoes),lemon sole. and fried smelts. These are ...
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Striking haiku sequence, and I do like how it ends. ;)
Thank you, Janet. For some unknown reason, your 2nd comment did not appear.
Adelaide
I too think it's a striking sequence. Adelaide. Did you paint the picture? He looks very friendly...
Thank you, Frank. The picture is of the Christmas angel on our tree. I did not paint it: it is a digitally modified photograph. The angel was handmade of burlap and cardboard. After 40 years she is beginning to look a bit bedragled, so I spruced her up a bit in the photo.
Adelaide
Blessings, Adelaide. Your angel doesn't look a day over 39.
Thanks, Bill. Blessings to you, too, and your family.
Adelaide
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