Returning Cold

#Haikai Challenge #126 (2/15/20): returning cold (saekaeru) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

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Precip not to blame

Returning cold rattles door

Memories shiver

In February sunshine

Heart shards glint amid puddle

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Ice Mask

Again, the talented and generous author at One Letter Up has permitted me to borrow her photo—here’s the link to her post, so click and visit for a wonderful experience!

February fright

Beneath ice mask specter glares

Impatient for spring

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Waking Up Winter

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“Why not shrug at winter’s chill

Sing out loud, wow the crowd

Wearing red, plump with daring?”

Let less courageous smirking souls

Shiver, turn away uncaring

That each season’s treasure delivered

Shouldn’t be missed, disdained as cold kiss…

Too pale, unnoticed, hoarfrost white

Too soon bored, the passing throngs

Who forget first snow’s sun-tipped luster

And need a wake-up from wearied light…

“Why not dazzle their downcast eyes?!”

Shout crimson-scarlet berries bright.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Keepsake Light

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When hearts’ all seemed lost

E’er gone, irretrievably 

Far too dark for words…

You brought light in a bottle

Love’s shooting stars, dancing sea


Filling azure glass

Every moonbeam, hope with wings

Winter shadows flee

‘Mid swirl of love-light’s wonder

Keepsake bottle’s legacy

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Fog Hanging Low

I recall fog hanging low

Before Winter spilled her snow

First few flakes, then fathoms deep

Quieting our cul de sac street

Closing tight each home in sleep

As though they were one, the night

Sky and ground’s soundless white…

Preceding months, Fall, fog’s thick cloak

An entity settling somber upon folk

Muzzy thoughts muffling words spoke

Shoulders hunched, heavy steps slow

Somehow though, we made our way

Through those pewter yesterdays

Damp endless bleak, much concealed

Decades gone, secrets still not revealed

Hid amid long weeks’ gray pall

Of Northwest fog hanging low, I recall

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.