Some interesting ambiguity here.
Something cute about this :)Good one, Johnwishes, devika
I miss the days of real Christmas trees. plastic just doesn't do it for me. :)
Nice one John_!To agree, J.A., enough of this plastic sham! plastic tree...the forest scenta spray can_m
This haiku took me back to my childhood, walking the hills and hollows of North Carolina with my dad looking for a Christmas tree, ax in one hand, shotgun in the other.Thank you, John.I have a little project that I've been working on over the past year called Haiku - Three Questions. Please consider contributing. I'd like to add your unique voice to the poets who have already contributed.Happy Holidays!Curtis Dunlaphttp://tobaccoroadpoet.blogspot.com/P.S. You may submit via form here:http://tobaccoroadpoet.com/Click on the contact link.
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i love christmas trees, i love the sparkle of the lights more than anythingmuch lovegillena
We will buy (by money) our Christmas Tree perhaps on monday, let's see. Meanwhile wheeling like your stag...
Theres something a bit magical about this - ambiguous too as Masago pointed out - I almost sense the writer as the stag. Interesting what a smell can provoke.