The wind sends messages through pine wood doors, around skyscrapers and street lights. Through the matrix of the suburbs, over the mountains, across the pastures, sown fields, and vineyards; repeating her message to the sea.
I heard one night as the wind passed through, that the moon is made of cheese. I smiled and snickered when suddenly my hat blew off my head, hearing very distinctly “oh pull-eeez”.
Winds play limbs at night
Moon dances in their shadows
Winter snow smiles
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sanaarizvi
February 5, 2019 at 1:51 pm
Love this! ❤️ You always touch my heart with your words and make me smile 😀
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
February 4, 2019 at 4:48 pm
What a night party, strumming on those limbs.
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Whitesnake
February 4, 2019 at 2:25 pm
Wind in the Willows
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Magaly Guerrero
February 4, 2019 at 10:49 am
Oh, how I love the thought of this playful wind… that births smiles. 🙂
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Vivian Zems
February 3, 2019 at 9:51 pm
Lovely light humour and a great haiku!
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Mary
February 3, 2019 at 5:57 pm
Winter snow smiling – I really like that image!
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Truedessa
February 3, 2019 at 5:47 pm
A witty piece of writing ZQ
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Maureen Sudlow
February 3, 2019 at 5:05 pm
gave me a smile
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Vicki
February 3, 2019 at 4:43 pm
I like the idea that the wind sends messages.
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magicalmysticalteacher
February 3, 2019 at 1:20 pm
I love your winter night walk. Thanks for taking me along!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
February 3, 2019 at 11:40 am
Oh … so maybe it’s cheese after all…
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Myrna Rosa
February 3, 2019 at 11:38 am
Would I love the moon more if it were made of cheese? “Oh pull-eeez”
Love this. Made me smile.
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Laura Bloomsbury
February 3, 2019 at 11:18 am
the humour is mirrored so well with the last line of the haiku
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Sherry Marr
February 3, 2019 at 10:36 am
I smiled, too, at the “oh pull-eeez”. Always wonderful to read you, my friend.
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