Memories of long ago so vivid, she can taste it. A young girl walks to school in the bitter cold. Crunch crunch, echo from her tiny feet. White smoke comes out her mouth like magic and dewdrops trickle from her eyes clouding her vision.
florets
smaller than springtime buds
sit on eyelashes
looks up open-mouthed
flower tingles her warm tongue
snowflake melts
© Tournesol’15/11/06
aw that’s such a beautiful Haibun. It almost makes me want winter to start. Almost but I am not ready for the cold yet.
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wow. Where do you live that it gets that cold? (If I may ask) I feel bad complaining about winter when the coldest it gets is -8 F not counting the wind chill
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Oh wow. I’d have thought It’d be cheaper to shop in Canada
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oh I had no idea.That makes me feel better about the price of food. I thought it was exorbitant.
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A wonderful memory from childhood!
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Ah .. this is so lovely.
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Grazie, Cara, I`m pleased you enjoyed these…I was really relishing those moments writing this.
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Ah sublime classics ! I love them !
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"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."
~ Rogers Hornsby
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