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the edge of winter
dark hands clutch soft white linen
new life stirs within

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  1. HelenJanuary 3, 2011 at 5:56 PM

    Rene, haiku is my favorite poetry form .. yours is just magical.

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  2. signed...bkmJanuary 3, 2011 at 6:57 PM

    lovely way to start the New Year, with White Linen, Pearl and a new look....blessings...bkm

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  3. JoanieJanuary 3, 2011 at 10:03 PM

    I really like the new look of your blog!

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  4. Brian MillerJanuary 3, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    new life stirring...i like that...nice haiku

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  5. Ramesh SoodJanuary 3, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    This is very beautiful.. shows..

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  6. BubbaJanuary 4, 2011 at 7:18 AM

    I like your anthropomorphic description of the trees. Nice haiku.

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  7. FireblossomJanuary 4, 2011 at 8:06 AM

    Unlike my friend Helen, I hate haiku. But I like this one, particularly the middle line.

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  8. NeoJanuary 4, 2011 at 8:27 AM

    excellent words for the photo :)

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  9. Jeanne EstridgeJanuary 4, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    Thanks for the reminder. It was well-timed!

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  10. AndreasJanuary 5, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    I don't wanna overstay my welcome, but this is a wondeful haiku.
    I think it makes me sad. I don't now why. It's really a poem of hope, isn't it?

    Take care.

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  11. ClaudiaJanuary 6, 2011 at 2:33 PM

    ..dark hands clutch soft white linen..beautiful - and the pic..breath-taking..

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  12. Casey FreelandJanuary 6, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    New hope. Great way to start the year.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  13. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2011 at 3:39 PM

    Perfectly executed and beautiful haiku, Rene. One of my favorite forms.

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