It is getting ridiculous! I walk the dog and find myself, fingers muffled by mittens, counting out five – seven – five! Not only in English but in French! What have you done to me, Sarah Potter? I admit that I was warned that haikus could become addictive.
‘Tis true! For goodness sakes, I even have one prepared for when spring arrives, for real, in my neck of the woods. Yes, the calendar says it’s Spring but frankly, when the mercury is hovering around the -20ºC mark, I find it a tad difficult to get into the mood, if you know what I mean. No, you folk in the UK and southern States have no clue what I’m talking about but those of you in the north-eastern States and Quebec (obviously) and definitely in the Maritimes, know of what I speak. There are no crocuses popping up, nor rhubarb, nor buds of any kind to be seen. Vast expanses of snow? Plenty of that!
So, rather than stay indoors, in the warmth of my house, I trekked outside with Zeke, dressed like an Inuit and traipsed about my town, snapping pictures, capturing anything that took my fancy. Frankly, it was a most gorgeous day today: the blue sky, the few fluffy clouds, the crisp air ~ might as well enjoy it, eh? I was feeling particularly happy and peaceful, a true sense of life is good. Can’t explain it. And don’t for a second think I am NOT looking forward to ditching the boots, mitts, scarves and other winter paraphernalia! Bring on da flip-flops! Till then, enjoy my attempts at both French and English haiku today…
Skating rink is closed
No more skating for children
Spring is on its way
A Dalectable Life 
Love it that you now write haikus in French and English. Now I can refresh my French (or what is left of it after not using it for too long to remember when…).
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As I was walking and saw the sign, my fingers started the syllable count and… well, voilà!
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Keep it coming!
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Will try!
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Mordue par des mots
Une addiction poétique
Comptera ses pieds…
You were warned 😉
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Oui…j’ai été avisée…
😉
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🙂
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I’m most impressed, Dale. That’s the first haiku I’ve read in French (and Sue Vincent’s is the second). Of course it’s all my fault. Am so pleased 🙂
Count syllables on fingers
Multilingual seventeens
Haiku addiction
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Thanks, Milady! It is indeed all your fault! And I should think you would be pleased to have such an influence… 😉
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Indeed, I am 🙂
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Don’t worry Dale, soon your digits will thaw and be able to move again. 😀
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No worries, Paul. It’s warming up all week!
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Hurray, climate change in reverse! :O)
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Love the indomitable spirit. Off to plunder more rhubarb tomorrow and sow some seeds. MM 🍀
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Thanks, John! Happy plundering….
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I love the message of this haiku. It gives me hope.😊
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Thanks, George. Hope is always good!
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Haiku on the brain while walking the dog. Yikes … that’s scary! … and in two languages!!!!! I suggest carrying a small digital recorder. or a recording app on a phone.
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Shhh Frank! Don’t tell my secrets! I actually do record with my phone as I used to compose great ones (IMHO) in my head and then get home and… nothing!
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That a way! …. just don’t take your phone into the shower.
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LOL…no worries. I only sing in the car!
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Great stuff Dale, I’m in awe of your burgeoning creativity! I love that second one – it really captures that feeling of being scoured by the cold 🙂
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I’m pretty surprised myself! Thanks… it was one of those bitterly cold days… SO fed up!
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Spring WILL arrive…eventually 🙂
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We keep hoping….
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