Saturday, December 12, 2009

Holiday Haiku

Hello Fiddler Kin. I went online to find some Christmas haiku. I found a site called lawrence.com. Three years ago the editors published haiku sent in by readers. I copied my favorites to share with family.



December, the time

When it's ok to be a

Fat old man in red

by Charlotte Burke



Darkest time of the year

The true meaning of Christmas

Spread a little light

by Steve Mason



When you are asleep

Gingerbreadmen come to life

Running through the town

by Joshua Scmidt



Sneaking out of bed

To spy on the man who loves

Your milk and cookies

by Brittany Ray



Skating on the lake

A tree ornament

Half-buried in the snow

by Brad Schwab



No jingle bells, no

Sleigh rides or coasting down hill

Oh, where is the snow?

by Sarah Ashley Posch



The Snow is Right Here in Hays, Kansas!



On the Christmas tree,

a shiny red ball hangs down-

I am very fat

by Sandy Mitchell



And I am feeling very fat too, Fiddler Kin.



I hope you enjoyed reading the holiday haiku. It made my day to post them. Please tell me which ones you like best. Do you have a Christmas haiku to share?

MERRY CHRISTMAS



6 comments:

carol said...

I love all of the poems. Amazing how people who don't even know each other can share something in such a way you know what their feeling.

carol said...

pure white sparkle and glitter
booted foot prints
secret steps fade to nowhere

Honor Louise said...

I love your haiku Carol. It is beautiful and full of intrigue. You are a natural. I am glad that you like all the haiku. I guess people did make their thoughts pretty clear when they wrote these little poems. Thanks for sharing your poem. You have a great imagination.

Fiddler said...

pure white sparkle and glitter
booted foot prints
secret steps fade to nowhere.

This is by far my favorite.

The simplest way still reaches the heart.

Enjoy the Christmas season.

ellen said...

I loved the haiku....such fun!! Thank you for sharing.
ellen....spread a little light!!

Katie Cramer said...

These are all beautiful (I need to get on here more often!), but I especially love my Aunt Carol's. We are all poets. I love my Fiddler Kin.