Tied and docked sea plane
Resting on the calm water
Dressed in Christmas cheer
Tied and docked sea plane
Resting on the calm water
Dressed in Christmas cheer
Yellow Christmas mug
Filled with hot steaming coffee
Starts my day today
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Covered in white frost
The world twinkling like diamonds
In the bright warm sun
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This song has nothing to do with this post.
It just popped into my mind while I was writing this Haiku.
A warm silent night
Ocean breeze stirs the stockings
Hung with gentle care
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Boat on the ocean
Silver bells tied to the mast
Jingling with the waves
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Salty ocean breeze
Santa sipping cold eggnog
Trying to relax
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For more prompts like “ocean” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Dark brown leaves scattered
Laying on the bright green grass
Crunching underfoot

Inside the mansion
Gentle breeze stirring curtains
While ghosts move about
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For more prompts like “breeze” go here: Haiku Horizons
Soft tropical breeze
Running through the tall palm trees
Filled with Christmas cheer
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For more prompts like “breeze” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Swing for the fences
He thought, as he stood at home
Crowd cheering loudly
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On a loud playground
Children swing, slide, run, and play
Happy in their youth
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A swing of the axe
The turkey met its demise
Time for Thanksgiving
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For more prompts like “swing” go here: Haiku Horizons
Hand-made log cabin
Sitting alone in the woods
Crafted by skilled hands
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Sitting on a log
Inside a round stagnant pond
Frog waits for a meal
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A hollowed out log
He crawled in among the slime
Hoping for safety
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For more prompt like “log” go here: Haiku Horizons
My great haiku muse
Sitting silent and alone
Waiting to create
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I know a lot you signed on for this blog because of my poetry and haiku. I am sorry if it hasn’t been popping off with that subject matter as of late. I honestly haven’t had the motivation to do it. Most of my poetry is on the fly. It pops into my head and I sit down to write out what is flowing from me. That hasn’t happened a lot lately. So, I have a lot of pre-scheduled stuff that I am letting fill the void. Next year I plan to scale back on that to just three days a week. I hope that maybe poetry and haiku will be more in earnest then. Who knows? The muse is a fickle thing and when it chooses to emerge again I will be waiting for it. How do you guys handle the drought when the muse takes a break? Just curious.
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