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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Change... a key point in time; we can change methods, but we cannot change time.


lilacs
open to this rain
farmer's sow

8 comments:

TALON said...

So very very true, D. And I'm glad we can't change time or I'm sure we'd really really mess it up!

Ah, I can't wait to smell the lilac. It's a smell entwined with late spring for me...

Lorraine said...

yes the scent is drifting ever so slowly....love this

joanne said...

thank you for your visits and the gift of your comments (and haiku!)... even though the first comment vaporized with the blogger issues, i did see it before it went away ...

(time is confusing to me) so for now, i love the haiku... open to the rain... open to whatever comes in whatever form when the rain comes... sometimes lilac, sometimes sow.

Judie said...

Do you mean the farmer sowing seeds, or the farmer's pig?

I'm just messing with you! I know exactly what you mean. A lovely haiku!

sandy said...

One of the very best scents of spring!

Maxine Beneba Clarke said...

Been trying haiku and small poems and they are so bloody hard! Have such a respect for your preferred medium, Magyar!

Frank... said...

True we can't change time. Nice post Magyar...

Magyar said...

Thanks for your comments, friends!
...and Judie, you've noticed that I use, apart from the occasional ellipsis, no punctuation. Here, though, the little trick was the ownership or the farmer. The sow, or the spreading of seeds can come to mind.
_m