Frozen dawn, bare trees
hide-and-seek with fog, tardy
school bus grumbles near
Photo by George Hodan @ PublicDomainPictures.net
Frozen dawn, bare trees
hide-and-seek with fog, tardy
school bus grumbles near
Photo by George Hodan @ PublicDomainPictures.net
Love the pic and the first two lines … then the third line made me laugh.
Thank you, Frank. I have a more ominous version of this haiku, but who needs that right now? When reading the masters of this form, I noticed humor was often an element, among others.
I don’t blame the school bus for grumbling that it had to go to work!
Exactly, Liz. It’s too easy to grouse about the cold and fog and never realize it’s no picnic for the school bus drivers either!
From where I sit, driving a school bus in no easy job, under the best of circumstances!
Agreed. Apparently both fog and school buses have merited emojis. Please forgive this contribution to the death of language….π«ππ
You’re a poet, so I’ll forgive the minor transgression.
Nicely arranged syllabic verses illustrating a beautiful frozen and dreamy scene broken by a grumpy, late school bus.
Thank you, Tim. The scene presents at least two possibilities. The waiting youth could appreciate the rare beauty or be just as reluctant as the yellow bus emerging from the fog.
Or they could appreciate the rare beauty while freezing waiting for the tardy bus. But that begs the question as to whether you can appreciate rare beauty when you are freezing, or whether being in the midst of rare beauty you can appreciate helps you tolerate freezing?
I actually recall experiencing both at the same time! They are distinct parts of the whole. π
I think there’s a whole lotta freezing and beauty going on right now.
indeed! π
Love the playful nature within the haiku, the idea of the hide and seek game of trees and fog and that poor bus! Hope there arenβt any hills! π
Thank you so much, Annika! The bus stop at the end of our driveway was at the bottom of a steep hill, and the approaching bus had to climb a different hill to arrive. Even though we could hear the bus grinding gears coming near, it always seemed to appear out of nowhere. π
Mary, I’m now worried how the bus copes with icy conditions on such hills! ππ
It really was amazing; I recall no accidents on those hazardous routes. So, you can rest assured. But we rarely had school canceled in those days. π
Love that!
Thank you!
Nice words to describe a winter’s day.
Thanks, Peggy. Fog in winter is rare, so it makes for vivid memories.
Great poem, Mary Jo! You skillfully evoked how the emerging of a day and its responsibilities (such as going to school) can be quite jarring as a quiet night fades away.
Thank you very much, Dave! If you’ve ever had to wait for a school bus in your youth, when you rather stay in bed, as an adult you appreciate the driver’s groaning as well. π
I totally remember that!
In the frozen soft silence the slightest sound becomes crispy. Perfect, Mary Jo.
Thank you, Marina! Fog has that wonderful effect of muffling sounds which when they approach seemingly come from nowhere. The cold keeps us on our toes! π
It does! π xoxo
You appeal to the senses really create the scene here with few words, Mary Jo!
Thank you, Christy! I actually love the challenge of haiku writing.
You have made me fall in love with winter all over again, Mary Jo. The idea of fog in winter is unusual, reminding me of the winter white outs where there was no difference between sky and earth. I just learned about a new word: gluggaveΓ°ur – Icelandic for βwindow weatherβ which is about when storms rage outside and we are safe inside with a cup of cocoa. It is weather that is nice to look at, but not as nice to experience. Another wonderful post and I love the follow-up comments. Hugs and more hugs!
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Enjoying these seasonal haiku!
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Thank you, Graham. Traditional haiku include seasonal imagery. Theyβre helping me get through hibernation. As your abundance of emojis indicate. There are other seasons! π
Your writing is beautiful and vivid.
Thank you for this compliment!