__A sound aroused me last night, and my "newly awakened" thought was that, that clamor was the thunder of a summer storm. Reality quickly recovered, the thunder was the rumble of a distant snowplow.
thunder storm
rumbles through this night
snowplows
thunder storm
rumbles through this night
snowplows
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while the eaves
cry out in pain
with winter's icy chill~
Happy Winter's Morning..._m :)
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Meine Achtung hast du!!!
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So fascinating...that moment between sleeping and waking...when sounds are transformed by the subconcious...reanimating half-forgotten memories...
Wonderfully evocative, Doug.
I really love this! :))
Same here.
The rumble
of the day's first tram
- snow plough clearing
half an inch
ps-
Magyar, the blog is now running normally again - comments and all.
The snowplow is a bit off key (where I live).
Very fine haiku :)
__Thanks Jan, stay out of the winters chill.
Oh yes, Rachel, we cast across imagination's fence_!
__"Y" we share those awkward 'split seconds,' when the 'now' takes over.
Gwil, The Rumble, thanks; so glad your "Blog is Better"_!
__Moonie, I so often snore through, and I'm glad you liked this haiku.
I thank you all_!!!!! _m
Here the storm too, but really as a summer one.
__It has been a strange weather pattern these recent years, mayhaps Steven Hawking is correct_?
Thanks Daniele. Always, I fully appreciate your understanding comments_! _m
we very rarely get the amount of snow that would need snowplows, and when we do, the whole city shuts down aswe don't have snow plows...
Ahhhhh.... that Gulf Stream_! Tnx. Juliet_!
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