Children Winter Poems

Time seems to be picking up speed
a freight train without engineer
Hendrix electric guitar on amphetamines.
Time is picking up speed
children born yesterday
wobbling off to college the...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life. 

Mushroom-gathering,
rushing to...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about winter, snow, snowball, home, fire, children, fun, frost, hail, fish, ice fishing.

The year’s first snowfall;
such happiness to be
at...

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Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on  
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance 
this is...

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In that firm shell
a nut, the squirrel
squirrels away -- 
then off to play
thinking himself
secure for the season,
squirrels have their
squirrelly reason -- 
In that home
stores on...

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The winter of our discontent is over,
the Merciful God of the oppressed
has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls;
and the blossoming essence of our...

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th’ dust never really settled



th’ dust never really settled

on those backroads of virginia

yesterday past



and though times were rough

and winter brought only snow and cold

there was...

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I look out my window
And can't see the ground.
As I step out to look,
I see snow all around.

There was so much snow,
For these parts, it's...

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This winter, the dogs are hungrier than ever
And birds get away from the rotten trees
The children abandon the orchard every afternoon
And the street cats wail...

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A vine in winter weeps
for the loss of blossoms,
for the loss of summer,
for the loss of laughter
like a music's strummer.

A vine in winter weeps
for the...

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Steal the colors of yesterday
from the song, 
whimsical as the heart
who hears the sky’s indigo pain
sighing, revealing the hues
softest blues…

invite the warmth of a sapphire...

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Monday
Exactly 45 years in Australia.
In bitter cold Melbourne Victoria.
Came here with few clothes in a tiny luggage.
Now 4 & a half decades later,
Collected lot of...

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The Wanderer, Part III 

The wise man contemplates these ruins,
considers this dark life soberly,
remembers the blood spilled here
in multitudes of battles,
then says:

“Where is the horse...

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All empty streets are paved with sleet,
it's not cold enough for a snowfall;
the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep,
he has found shelter in...

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You can never be ready, she said
I wasn't what you expected.
Listen,
No one told me "postpartum depression"
Until I saw you in the kitchen
With my baby sister...

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