Winter Solstice, End-of-the-Road Haiku Chain by Patricia
by Patricia | 12.21.12Wow! What a winter solstice we’ve got this year, with the world’s end at hand–an event for which (let’s face it) there has always been the potential.
On WIZ’s bucket list: striking up the haiku band. In case of the world’s end, think of a haiku chain as a virtual holding-of-hands as we all face a banquet table heaped with just desserts.
Haiku basics: A haiku is a classical Japanese poetical form, usually 17 syllables all in a single line in Japanese, but there are longer and shorter forms. Englishers commonly stack haiku lines, often in the order of one short line of 5 syllables on top, a long line of 7 syllables in the middle, then another short line of 5 syllables on the bottom. But given that we might all not be here in five minutes, let’s not stand on formality. If you want to say “Hello Winter!” or “Goodbye Sweet World!” in some other haiku-esque form, please do. Given the circumstances, humor will be permitted–just this once.
Instructions. I’ll forge the first chain link. Somebody follows me, adding a single haiku in the comments, then another person and another, etc. You may link your haiku to an image in the previous haiku or stud the chain with something free-wheeling. Other than the informal, “one-at-a-time-please†tradition, there’s no limit to turns a participant can take and no deadline for this activity. It runs until an ominous curtain of silence falls. Or maybe ’til spring comes. Whichever happens first.
Here’s my first shot. It’s not especially humorous, but hey, I just finished setting fate in motion for another kind of doomsday–the End-of-Semester. Grim business.
Sunflower sprouts in
winter’s black loam and ripe cold;
its pale stalk lengthens.
What’ve you got?

December 21st, 2012 at 2:32 pm
Frost rimes the chain-linked
Mesh of fence-gage wires, sparkling
On that side and this.
December 21st, 2012 at 4:28 pm
Blackbirds raucous flock,
Argue in a tree, about who is king,
Fly off suddenly.
December 21st, 2012 at 10:37 pm
It’s cold. It’s cold. It’s
cold. But I still stand, face in
the wind, eyes in ice.
December 22nd, 2012 at 7:33 pm
Frost blackens her eyes
and bends her double over
the glistening field.
December 25th, 2012 at 11:17 am
Snowflakes catch in my
windward ear. Snowfall’s scratch, clicks,
melting notes fill thought.
December 25th, 2012 at 11:41 am
Help me hear the chime
of the wind’s wild churchbell tone
ringing over snow.
December 25th, 2012 at 10:39 pm
Joints stiffen, crack
with spit-rock cold. Winter’s bones
set in like fever.
December 30th, 2012 at 11:11 am
Full moonlight dissolves
Orion’s astral body
to just bare-bones stars
December 31st, 2012 at 4:58 am
Bones of trees emerge–
pale roots exposed by the wrench
of relentless winds.
December 31st, 2012 at 6:48 pm
Ice binds leaves to stone-
bound sand. Temporarily.
Breath clouds trail away.
January 1st, 2013 at 3:16 pm
On the Winnipeg tarmac, luggage
awaits its hell-bound carrier,
hoary and frost-bearded as a poet.
January 1st, 2013 at 4:36 pm
Enough already.
Let time have its rage and take
its toll, then go.
January 6th, 2013 at 11:07 am
Tracks on snow show risks
rabbits take to carry small
sparks through dark and deep.