Endless rain descends,
Great pines, ice-seized, crack and fall.
It’s dark and cold here.
Not quite two weeks before Christmas, we had some interesting weather. After two days of furious rain, icy winds moaned and shrieked. I looked out on a Thursday night and saw the trees glazed with ice, beautiful in the moonlight. The next time I woke, the house was strangely cold and quiet and dark. Some of you may have heard about the big ice storm (more here and here ) in the Northeast U.S. We were electricity-less, some of us, for nearly two weeks.
when the copy edit for my latest opus arrives a day late, a week before Christmas, and turns out to be the equivalent of the gift of a bag of coal. “Was I that bad, Santa?” wondered I. Thing is, actual coal I could have used during the power outage.
On the day the power finally came back on and stayed on, eighty bazillion emails streamed onto my computer screen. Among them were Wenches emails. Many Wenches emails. (Yes, not only can we find something to say week after week–well, actually, they can, as I am the Emerita Wench, mostly gone–but we still find stuff to talk about among ourselves.)
Which was not only brilliant, but presented as a gift to a desperate sister author , along with the suggestion that I make my holiday blog a Haiku Event. Hmm, thought I. That Aussie Wench’s one smart cookie. And so, with thanks to Anne, I offer an opportunity to haiku.
Haiku: A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally evoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
Therefore, on this 11th day of Xmas, instead of eleven pipers piping or whatever, I invite you to give us a haiku suiting your present situation: the view from your window, events of today, reaction to the blog, something you et–it’s up to you. The winner, chosen at random or on a whim or for some other reason, will get a copy of one of my books. You've got until midnight Friday 9 January. Haiku me.