
In response to pm’s lovely tag, I sat down to write, late at night, after a particularly brutal push to submit a group project.
Full disclosure: I have never written a haiku, but the words started forming before I even opened my notes app.
As I wrote about what came to mind, a theme emerged.
It didn’t feel right to not share in full.
Haiku #1
Grey surrounded me
Bracing against the cold wind
Warm sunlight breaks through
Haiku #2
Whiteness disappears
The deep grey blithely follows
Bright blue greets my eyes
Haiku #3
The cold couldn’t last
It felt a million years long
Sunlight now warms me
Haiku #4
Blues and greens awash
Out of greys and whites, so dank
Rainbows head my way
Haiku #5
Cold lets go its grip
Winter never forever
Green shoots break the ground
Haiku #6
Tempest winds cut through
Gooseflesh riding on my arms
Steering wheel burns me
Haiku #7
Fold up the blankets
Stow away the winter clothes
Shorts and shades, you’re up!
Haiku #8
Shrimped-up college girl
Toss the laptop in your bag
Head for the shade trees
Haiku #9
Damp dust this beauty
Don’t forget to check the tires
The trail beckons me
This is about more than the weather.
Layered… onion or chocolate cake? Depends on the day, lol.
I know I’ve been mostly absent here, popping in briefly to drop a post. I’ve missed all of you. Life is so busy now. So much to learn, so much to integrate.
But I’m still here and I hope you are, too.
What season are you in right now? Elijah Westin, Marlana, Kristina Ray, imarkanx || istvan markan 🍁, Carlos M., You know, Cannot Name It, & M3Cents!
I’d love to know, but only if you feel it💜
— Liora



I definitely have to get back to this, thank you for the mention Liora!
What a gorgeous series of haiku! I love the progression. Just beautiful. And it's lovely to see you writing on Substack more often lately. 💛
Thanks to Substack, I've written countless haiku in the past couple of months, and like you said, they're quite addictive. As far as the season I'm in, even though it was 90 °F (32.22 °C) today, I still feel like I'm in a winter season, but I can feel spring is on the way.
A haiku inspired by yours:
I’m starting to thaw.
I’m waking up, but groggy.
Rebirth is at hand.