from the Icebox inbox – 31

floating down the dark river
in my tiny boat—
who is that, singing?                                   C M Wilson

leaping salmon
sunlight falls to the rocks                            Martin

autumn wind
a swimming pool’s worth
of bare trees

New Year’s wind
blowing blowing
blown                                                           Michael Henry Lee

winter fog—
stretching a lane
the bald trees                                              Neelam Dadhwal

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4 Responses to “from the Icebox inbox – 31”

  1. CM Wilson’s haiku holds a mind-opening mystery: it could even be CM himself singing inadvertently. I’m unsure quite how Neelam’s trees manage to stretch the lane, but possibly stretch along is closer? I could be wrong.

  2. Funny you should mention that, Tito, because of all these fine ku, it was Neelam’s that struck me the most. What I saw was the effect of the leafless trees poking out of the fog, and giving the impression that the lane went on…. and on.

  3. Norman, you may well be right. Calling Neelam … ?

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