early snow
crabapples wear
white caps

—C W Hawes

About the author: C W Hawes (c_w_hawes@yahoo.com) is a bureaucrat by day and a poet by night. His published work has appeared in a variety of print and electronic publications. He lives in the midwestern United States with his wife and daughter.

Responses to the haiku for 6 December 2006 by C W Hawes

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-12-06 01:46:37

    snow where!!!
    'longside my house
    the pink bougainvillaea blossoms

    2006-12-06 10:05:41

    morning snow
    veiled union of sea and sky
    horizon snowhere
    _Bob, how are things in Fla.?

    2006-12-06 10:52:11

    Lovely.crisp image Chris.

    Crabapple jelly coming up? It's my favourite.

    Here, water restrictions, jacarandah in bloom.

    on the hot asphalt
    a pool of blue


    Bill Kenney
    2006-12-06 15:32:17

    A sharp visual, Chris.

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-12-09 05:25:56

    Magyar, this is the time of year i long for. the humidity bearable, night temperatures in the 60's; a real treat the 50's. our days in the 70's.
    how are things, everything is passionately abloom; bleeding reds, luscious orange, royal blues. not to be left out, that oversized miami moon.
    warm trade winds, but no hurricanes.


    open window-
    from the darkness
    doves coo

    2006-12-09 10:59:34

    _CW... because of your good image, -first snow- and
    _Bob, the climatic fantasy (mine) of your
    -open window-. I realize why I 'winter-wait.'

    greening foothills
    as when life was new
    the same blue-jays

    2006-12-09 20:50:29

    Love this moment, Chris!
    The vision of little white-capped crabapples
    is so appealing...

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-12-09 22:11:09

    Magyar, your "same blue jay" was familiar. visited daily by the same jay, it began landing on my outreached hand. for several nesting seasons, it's fledglings joined her. sad, the caring she found in me wasn't to be in others. disappearing for several weeks, she reappeared; shattered beak and a string attached to one leg...
    and yet, into my outstretched hand she flew; until the end.


    Terra Martin
    2006-12-31 13:48:50

    So cold, crispy and clear. Nice!