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.
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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.
Some interesting ambiguity here.
ReplyDeleteSomething cute about this :)
ReplyDeleteGood one, John
wishes,
devika
I miss the days of real Christmas trees. plastic just doesn't do it for me. :)
ReplyDeleteNice one John_!
ReplyDeleteTo agree, J.A., enough of this plastic sham!
plastic tree...
the forest scent
a spray can
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Haunting.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you, John.
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ReplyDeletei love christmas trees, i love the sparkle of the lights more than anything
ReplyDeletemuch love
gillena
We will buy (by money) our Christmas Tree perhaps on monday, let's see.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile 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.
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