September heights–grass

my braided grass hair
will dry and snap to its roots–
no warmth under snow

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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28 Responses to September heights–grass

  1. nice haiku. Worry not, Susan! A Haiku coined in the instant to ease your worries –

    snow, though cold it blows,
    touches not the warmth beneath
    that braided grass hair

  2. nelle says:

    Better than my dehydrated brain. 😉

  3. Green Speck says:

    Perhaps you need to wait for the snow to melt 😉

  4. Barbara says:

    Ah…but the snow is said to keep the grass warm! Perhaps it is a lie perpetrated to placate us in winter. I love the images in this one, Susan.

  5. Leo says:

    Maybe you can be the grass of the spring instead, and become a spring snowflake in the winter.. 🙂

  6. elleceef says:

    A sad thought, hopefully not true, as there is always warmth under the snow but perhaps it’s warmth is to nourish new growth and we have to leave the old behind. Love your haiku, Susan.

  7. I like the imagery of braided grass hair snapping. Fine haiku.

  8. That’s an awfully loud and painful snap!


  9. Patti says:

    I think you and I were looking at the same thing in a different season. I like your imagery.

  10. Bruce Ruston says:

    nice take on the prompt, there are a few coming up that I am dreading

  11. Jolly says:

    Spring will bring fresh grass and a new braid 🙂

  12. Madhumathi says:

    Haha! I love the imagery 🙂

  13. What a great use of the prompt. Loved it.


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