the snow owl --
old hands drop the tea cup
for the first time

—Aalix Roake

The snow owl is a Northern Hemisphere bird that lives in the regions of the Arctic down into Canada and in my own personal recollection, into Northern New England USA in the winter months.

About the author: Aalix Roake is an American-born writer and artist making her home in the Bay of Islands, New Zealand. She has published haiku, mainstream poetry, science fiction poetry and flash fiction in journals and anthologies over the years. Latest is at Blackmail Press 16 where she is the cover artist and has 4 poems included. She also has flash fiction appearing in Antipodean SF shortly as well as other work in upcoming magazines and anthologies online and in print. She has an exhibition of her abstract paintings showing in New Zealand currently.

Contact: asroake at xtra dot co dot nz

Responses to the haiku for 14 December 2006 by Aalix Roake

    kala ramesh
    2006-12-14 02:27:26

    Dear Aalix,

    Just beautiful. . . your poem says so much!
    - kala

    Alan Summers
    2006-12-14 10:31:42

    Worth every re-read, thank you!

    Have you managed to travel down to Katikati to see The Haiku Pathway set up by Cath Mair and local council? It's a bit of a trek but well worth it if you include a bit of sightseeing at Katikati (one vast fabulous art town) and Rotorua.

    Love the snow owl and the first time, because it's such a sight, not because of failing sight. Wonderful!

    Angelika Wienert
    2006-12-14 10:45:09

    i enjoyed to read your good haiku!

    2006-12-14 11:03:08

    Wonderful! I also visited Blackmail Press. Loved your painting and your poems.

    Andrea (andrea dot cecon at gmail dot com)
    2006-12-14 13:03:58

    very good haiku... appealing and interesting work...

    Bill Kenney
    2006-12-14 14:18:14

    Such pathos in "for the first time."

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-12-14 15:45:28

    dawn's mockingbird
    without a song, dusk

    kala ramesh
    2006-12-14 17:16:18

    dawn's mockingbird
    without a song, dusk

    Your ku is beautiful Bob.
    It wrings the heart for sure
    - kala

    Mark Andrews
    2006-12-14 20:54:37

    Very nice.

    Suzy Raymer
    2006-12-15 11:55:58

    Your delightful ku expresses exactly how I felt when I saw a Snowy Owl not far from our house here in Northern Michigan a few years ago. (It's called Snowy Owl in the bird guide.)

    Judith Ingram (super dot ingram at verizon dot net)
    2006-12-15 13:14:57

    Aalix . . . what a beautiful and poignant poem. It says so much in so few words. I t made me want to cry. I live in a lovely retirement community where one does see the first signs often. Thank you for expressing it as tellingly as you did.

    b. m. richardson (orgbob at webtv dot net)
    2006-12-15 14:23:00

    so true kala, as aalix so comely expressed, everything has a time and place; even it's ebb.
    these faint evenings, coming seemingly faster, ever closer, lately within a foot or two, i dare not extend my hand.
    having heard the(this) mockingbird's song, borne on many cool dawns, when might i hear it, if ever again...