my braided grass hair
will dry and snap to its roots–
no warmth under snow
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
🙂 that is GREAT!
Better than my dehydrated brain. 😉
Perhaps you need to wait for the snow to melt 😉
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.
Oh, I am so glad you like this, Barbara!
Maybe you can be the grass of the spring instead, and become a spring snowflake in the winter.. 🙂
aw–thanks, Leo. Much more refreshing that way!
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.
oh, elle, thank you!
I like the imagery of braided grass hair snapping. Fine haiku.
That’s an awfully loud and painful snap!
I think you and I were looking at the same thing in a different season. I like your imagery.
Yes, Patti–yours was gorgeous, glorious summer hair 😉
nice take on the prompt, there are a few coming up that I am dreading
Yes, there are!
Spring will bring fresh grass and a new braid 🙂
Haha! I love the imagery 🙂
Thanks so much!
What a great use of the prompt. Loved it.
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