Farewell to my summer wardrobe

banishing short pants
to the attic until spring
a tearful goodbye. 

festivities of february!

longest of the months

yet having the fewest days

february is

(haiku by mudpie)

february! (apparently pronounced feb-yoo-wary) here in winterland seems like the longest month.  maybe that's why it has so many holidays.

there's Feb 2nd, one of the halfway holidays between the equinox and the solstice -- the sun is halfway here!! 

of course this is groundhog's day, the day when we badger a woodchuck.

it's also Imbolc (from the belly) or Brighid's day. 

could also be candlemas, whatever that is.

then comes the day the music died - Feb 3.  if you don't know, look it up.

and then bring it on!! -- Valentine's day  -- on which volumes could be written!

next i think is president's day, in the USA. 

a boring for sure but necessary long weekend in this month of waiting for the sun to get 3 weeks closer!

hmmm that's it, except for those odd days that nobody knows where they come from like Thank a Mailman Day and Hoodie Hoo Day (feb 20)

now and then we get an extra day in february.  this excites lots of controversy and speculation and consternation as if there is some greater meaning!

has anyone pulled together stats for feb, like car accidents, heart attack deaths, weddings, births, drastic haircuts, hospital surgery errors, hospital surgery recovery times, people who decide never to speak to their sibling again, murders, meals eaten in restaurants?

after writing this, it came to my attention that there is something of a holiday for many americans, called superbowl sunday, which has it's own special foods, drinks, outfits? and is the occasion of many parties.  party on whoever you are!   

Spring: 4:30 am

through my chill window
the robins sing at bare dawn
what could be sweeter?

                                         ~mudpie

24 hour vigil

sitting out of time
in palpable emptiness
with nina's body
                     
                                                  ~mudpie

of course we do need it

cars pass swish rain chills
yesterday's lovely spring day
rap rap on the roof

                                        ~mudpie

looking in looking out

a burst of birds flies
through my email - behind me
they pass my window

                  
                                ~mudpie

brilliant millions

after autumn fogs
winter's milliant stars stun my eyes
hello my old friends!
                                       

                                              ~mudpie

sky kine

in the morning mist
black cows fly through the trees
above the river

                            ~ mudpie


the problem with this haiku, dear mudpie, is that when you are famous and your haiku are in anthologies, this one will be corrected to say "black crows fly through the trees" by someone who assumes that "cows" is a typo.  and i suppose the title will be corrected to "sky king."


~

Perseids answer the crickets - summer is ending

dark before 9 now
takes us by surprise - and lo!
meteor showers!

driving through the night
shooting stars distract our
watch for deer on the road

                                                         ~mudpie

nothing gold can stay

summer's perfect day
until i heard the cricket

and knew all was lost

                                     ~mudpie

flowers!

my imposing cat

caught pawing the posies

pauses and poses

                                      ~mudpie

hold still for just a minute will you?

winter battles spring
regrets snivel, hopes dance
why do i live here

                           ~mudpie

what leaving already?

it isn't like her
she's never done this before,
elizabeth taylor

                              ~mudpie

i'll be changing my hairstyle

at the reading,
the good poems were by poets
with weird hair
              
                         ~mudpie

silence of the yams

clocks hum, cats ticking,
refrigerator purrs --
the snow makes no sound
                                
                                              ~mudpie

surprise!

low clouds hide the sky
no leonids for us this year
but in the morning - snow!
                                         
  ~mudpie

life in a calendar picture

gray granite cliffs line

gray roads gray sky gray clouds make
red yellow flame trees glow!

and know where your towel is

to endure cold rain
or the burdensome umbrella
which one do you choose?

500 Linden 3rd prize (enough for great hair, shoes, or even a gown!)

some of mudpie's notes for haiku are already on this blog somewhere, but mudpie put together 4 and submitted to a Community Virtual Library (Second Life) poetry contest and won 3rd prize of 500 Lindens.  You've one third prize in the CVL Poetry Contest for "Notes For Haiku"  I'll be sending you $500 L in SL tomorrow or later tonight.

notes for haiku
by mudpie mornington

drum is cracked
still sounds
can't be repaired

gorilla mother carries dead baby
shakes it now and then
it has not decomposed

water stain on the ceiling
has no shape no message
that is the message

small snow trail track ends
in strange sweeps and ripples
blood and a feather

http://infoisland.org/2010/04/20/library-news-events-april-23-29/

nature's first green

now comes pale green time

so dreamlike so delicate

promising so much

(click to enlarge and step into picture)