In a few weeks, the cranberry harvest will begin; though they are 'bogs' the roads that encircle them... are dusty.
golden rod
this dusty bog road
crows call
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
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This little thieth
Unafraid of getting dirty
Cranberries on his mind
Temptation to a real sweet tooth
Begs the crow to be silent.
_BB
I love cranberries and this haiku. :) Nice, Doug!
You got a golden rod, Magyar...relay it so that the dusty road is easy to tread :)
And i just read your comment at Tikkis...and to request, not to reduce but add....there are people like me who enjoy every moment in poetry and the poetry in every moment :)
sometimes its a sigh of relief, i get here, sometimes a poignant thought, sometimes a laugh - and you know myself and many of us enjoy that :)
wishes,
devika
When visited my mother-in-law (85 years) in her place I walked also in those swamps aroud there. (Ilomantsi, Eastern Finland)I found some cranberries, and perhaps in these days those are ripe-ready now. Just, we are back in Turku...
Near Turku there are some vast swamp areas, but not thought to drive to walk there... (Hmn, why not?)
I met also some ravens.
august afternoon --
two or three ravens
flying behind the trees
good one M
john
Nice one, Magyar...
nice contrasts presented in this haiku
something interesting about Golden Rod...
---Medicinal Action and Uses---Aromatic, stimulant, carminative. Golden Rod is an ingredient in the Swiss Vulnerary, faltrank. It is astringent and diuretic and efficacious for stone in the bladder. It is recorded that in 1788 a boy of ten, after taking the infusion for some months, passed quantities of gravel, fifteen large stones weighing up to 1 1/4 OZ., and fifty over the size of a pea. It allays sickness due to weak digestion.
much love
gillena
Feels like a place where rasperries abound, and in the distance grandma calls out cookies
Gather cranberries
while ye can...
Thanksgiving looms
We used to live near a huge cranberry bog and there was always a fun festival at harvest time. Lovely haiku, Magyar.
I transplanted some Goldenrod to my garden - love those flowers. Great images Magyar.
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