Monday Haiku: the Winter bell tolls

the Winter bell tolls
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the first morning frost,

an indiscriminate shroud

of hibernation.

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white season of fears…

of my foulest memories,

weigh heavy today

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as unforgiving

winds strip trees of their shelter.

red and yellow leaves…

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Autumn’s last heartbeats,

become litter along curbs

and i want to… sleep.

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Sleep…the last refuge

and escape for the weary,
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i just want to sleep…
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45 thoughts on “Monday Haiku: the Winter bell tolls

  1. beeseeker says:

    Love that “winter bells” image.

    • ty beeseeker, i wrote this this morning right after stepping
      out onto our rear deck, and felt that unmistakeable shivering
      chill of winter…and yeah, the reflex memory, the bell sounded….

  2. At my journal blog I wrote a poem about wanting to just sleep as well, we’re in synch, stunning haiku

  3. SirenaTales says:

    exquisite elegy…that unforgiving and indiscriminate shroud descending (groan)…lovely images and words, my friend, including the sleepy snow princess. she looks serene–what a happy thought. wishing you tranquility. thank you. xo

    • hi sirena, i found that image this morning,
      it couldn’t be any more perfect.
      and i wish us all that tranquility
      during this winter, wish it was already done!

      sending love and WARM hugs to you this morning! LOL!

  4. As I raked all of the stripped leaves from my front drive I felt that wind as well. Brrrrr I want my summer back πŸ™‚

  5. dawnhosking says:

    Vivid and evocative — beautiful use of words and rhythm

  6. lovely haiku..ah the chill of winter forthcoming does certainly tease one into the hibernation mode..how nice it would be to sleep thru the cold and bittersweet of lingering memories

  7. Truedessa says:

    Lovely poem…memories are a hard thing to contain as they have a mind of their own popping up here and there..Oh, winter is a time
    for dreaming…but, I enjoy dreaming as dreams hold the key to life in the waking hours..some memories will linger forever in our hearts and minds..no escaping them no matter how hard you try…

    • isn’t that the truth, and the thing about memories, no matter
      how hard you try or believe you have them resolved, events,
      a snippet of a conversation, and in my case, the winter will
      rustle up those memories on thier own. doesn’t seem fair. LOL!

  8. I like your words of winter ….tho i’m a winter lover.
    I have vivid dreams of snow , mountains all white , truly awesome, your poetry has reminded me of these dreams , and I like that .
    thank you .

    • ..hi shelleyatticusfinch and a very warm welcome to you. …i’m so glad my words could remind you of something that brings you so much joy, i really appreciate you taking the time to tell me.

      ..i’m terribly curious about your screen name, my partner’s nickname is Scout from the scrappy tomboy in the book..

  9. yes, I sew lots of clothing for kids , mostly , and I sell them under the monica , atticusfinch , from the harper lee book and maybe seeing Gregory peck play this part helped to seal the deal.

    • heh, i don’t blame you a bit for being swayed by Mr Peck,
      as a kid i remember wishing he was my dad…plus he’s so darn handsome! LOL!

      even though i’m a very visual and creative person,
      clothes design is one skill and craft that escapes me.
      although Scout got me into knitting on winter, that was fun!

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