18 November 2019 (winterberry)
Kristen Lindquist
winterberry
decorating for Christmas
a month early
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winterberry
decorating for Christmas
a month early
ice on the pond
the ways we harden ourselves
before winter
daytime moon
driving more slowly
past the lake
I meant to mark a couple of weeks ago the 10th anniversary of this blog, which I started on 1 November 2009, inspired by the movie “Julia & Julia” in which a woman blogs daily about her experiences cooking from Julia Child’s cookbooks—but I forgot. So here it is now!
I’ve learned a lot in the past ten years about how to write a haiku; it’s been a very long apprenticeship to the form, informed by friendly fellow poets (especially haijin Peter Newton) and many many books on the subject, as well as anthologies and haiku journals. When I started, I thought a haiku had to be 5-7-5 syllables. I don’t think it was a bad thing that I adhered to this form for so many years before learning that most contemporary English-language haiku poets are not (generally, a haiku in English is 10 - 15 syllables, or no more than 17). It helped me hone my attention to rhythm, as well as sharpen my senses for appropriate haiku moments. And it’s provided me with literally years of material to go back to and revise! In just the last couple of years I feel like I might finally be getting the hang of this haiku thing. And I’m more obsessed with the form than ever!
You can read that very first post here.
In honor of this milestone, if you send me a message about this blog through my Contact Me page, including your mailing address, I’ll send you a fun little haiku/photo card thing I had made up this summer. Hope to hear from you! Thank you for reading.
reindeer lichen
seeing the forest
in spite of the trees
black ice
trying to be open
to sudden change
frozen moon
the cat in her basket
curled in a ball
what dogs hear
the silence
of falling snow
chance of snow
on one foot a gull
weighs its options
I’ve been working on an essay about berries this week, hence the recent profusion of berry images in my haiku. There’s something inspiring about working a theme from many different angles, finding diverse paths to the heart.
bearberry
the small beautiful things
we step on
winterberries
in love again
with the color red