It’s been freezing rain forever it seems. Vast puddles behind the house have frozen, melted, and frozen again. The first day of spring was in March and now, in mid-April, winter still lingers having teased us with dramatic reappearances and sudden exits. In the rain I hear birds laugh and chatter. They know spring is here despite her white frozen disguise. Wielding a shovel to chop soft ice, I chuckle with them.
Ice storm is over
rain rinses snow away
trickling in the gutter
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©2018 Ontheland
Two kigo prompts helped me create this small haibun: Haikai Challenge #29: warm (atataka) and Chijitsu: Lingering Day—dVerse Haibun Monday.
Ontheland 
I think many shovels have a sharp edge after this winter.
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I had made the mistake of putting mine away…I really thought it was over 🙂
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It really should be
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All the birdsong as the sun rises gives me hope that there is an end to winter in sight for sure. (K)
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For me too…hearing the birds…seeing them flying and in the trees is reassuring.
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We are living this same scene here. I laugh (a little) too. Spring is really teasing us this year.
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I’m smiling at your chuckling along with the birds 😀 … may Spring make itself known to you soon!
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Thanks for the wish Annika 🙂
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #4: Janice’s latest #haibun for #dversepoets and my current #haikai challenge!
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Thank you 🙂
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Superb scenes of seasonal torture. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thanks Dorna 🙂
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Winter keeps popping in and out here as well.
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Yesterday was a cold rainy day from dawn to dusk.
So this morning I got out soon after the sun. Twice even.
It was a sad to see that some yellow forsythia flower were hanging their heads so low… but at least they were still on the bush.
I am hoping we get some spring before summer erupts! Not asking much am I?
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I hope it’s not too much to ask 😉
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Oh, – thank you.
I’ve added you to my haikai bookmark list so it will be easier to find you 🙂
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Thanks Jules 🙂
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I really love how you describe the back and forth of winter and spring… a tug of war going back and forth between warmth and cold.
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Thanks Bjorn … a tug of war is a good metaphor for this weather game.
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Your poem here makes me feel as if old man Winter better know when he is not wanted. I love it!
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Your weather sounds extreme. Your haibun has a zen quality in the way you accept the changes.
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Thanks Suzanne…’extreme’ would describe the weekend we just had!
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I hope things settle down soon and you get some warmth.
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Thanks Suzanne. I keep thinking warmer weather is just around the corner… maybe this time!
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Ah, the fickleness of weather, so well described. I really like the way you included the birds and their laughing with you.
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Thank you, Victoria
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….and the tug if war continues. I am still waiting to put my seeds down. The birds do seem to be taking it in stride. A nice write Janice.
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Thank you…yes thank goodness for the birds! I’ve got some seedlings started inside but I’m not sure when I’ll be sowing outside.
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I wish I’d thought about that before now😊
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