A true poem indeed - appeals to the senses in a most succinct way. The cold is felt, even way over here where I am in high summer. Send it my way please.
How apt for me! Just got off the phone with my daughter who lives in the UK, on the coast. She's had no heat for a week. Double robes are likely her minimum!
Yes, cold indeed! Here in North Carolina it's in the forties right now, but we're expecting temperatures in the sixties tomorrow. Loved the haiku --- cold sleeping in the windows is such a nifty image!
this year, ollie, i dare to not put plastic over the windows. this is a very old house. the cold comes. i put on another blanket. poetry loves frost on windows and blankets, cold toes and shivering. robes, too, i imagine.
Double robes, for sure......and, fellow Canadian, have you yet discovered the ABSOLUTE JOY of fluffy fleecy Berber blankets? And now they are making hoodies with that stuff inside. To die for.
Oooh, this was me this morning. My husband and the dog got up and let me sleep, but closed the door. The bedroom window was open, and I awoke trying to get warm. Grabbed a bathrobe from the door but my feet are still cold. Double robes for sure! (Snowing and -24C in southeastern Alberta.) K
Brrrrr, Ollie! Gives me shivers.
ReplyDeleteA true poem indeed - appeals to the senses in a most succinct way. The cold is felt, even way over here where I am in high summer. Send it my way please.
ReplyDeletecripes, is it ever cold. i could use a couple robes.
ReplyDeleteThe sun is so darn hot here today that I wish we could switch. :-)
ReplyDeleteKiss you. :-*
Double robes for sure today. Brr!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is double-robes, for sure!
ReplyDeleteHow apt for me! Just got off the phone with my daughter who lives in the UK, on the coast. She's had no heat for a week. Double robes are likely her minimum!
ReplyDeleteGreat haiku!
ReplyDeleteBrrr...a chilly haiku...Nice work!
ReplyDelete... so do you ignore the bells?
ReplyDeleteYes, cold indeed! Here in North Carolina it's in the forties right now, but we're expecting temperatures in the sixties tomorrow. Loved the haiku --- cold sleeping in the windows is such a nifty image!
ReplyDeletethis year, ollie, i dare to not put plastic over the windows. this is a very old house. the cold comes. i put on another blanket. poetry loves frost on windows and blankets, cold toes and shivering. robes, too, i imagine.
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Accommodating the now--so you can move within it without thinking about it. Or maybe just so you can be warm.
ReplyDeletewe need more robes ~
ReplyDeletebrrr, ouch! Great haiku~
ReplyDeleteYes, tis the season for double robes :D
That perfectly describes my morning here. Wonderful, but chilly poem.
ReplyDeleteDouble robes, for sure......and, fellow Canadian, have you yet discovered the ABSOLUTE JOY of fluffy fleecy Berber blankets? And now they are making hoodies with that stuff inside. To die for.
ReplyDeleteOooh, this was me this morning. My husband and the dog got up and let me sleep, but closed the door. The bedroom window was open, and I awoke trying to get warm. Grabbed a bathrobe from the door but my feet are still cold.
ReplyDeleteDouble robes for sure!
(Snowing and -24C in southeastern Alberta.)
K
I've done that - my robe and my husband's over top. The "seeping cold" is apt. Mind you, I love duvet-season!
ReplyDeleteVivid and easy to relate to! Quite a nice haiku.
ReplyDeleteOllie, you're in my top five monks!
ReplyDelete@Matthew John Davies - Who are the other four?
ReplyDeleteWell, young man ... this took me right out of my silly mood when I commented upon you last post. This is perfect. It is balanced.
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