Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on February 27, 2014 Posted under Poetry Comments 19 Comments Roses Dreaming Haiku tangled rose vines dreaming of spring sunshine showing thorns Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham Ways to Share this:EmailPrintMoreTwitterTumblrPinterestPocketFacebookGoogleLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related haikunaturePhotographypoemPoetryrosesthornwinter Post navigation ← Meditation on Golden Leaves Blogoversary Cake → 19 thoughts on “Roses Dreaming Haiku” This has been a difficult season for everyone! Great haiku. LikeLike Reply I forgot to say, that heart-shaped pond was so sweet. What a lovely thing to see from your window everyday. Thanks for commenting, I think our tough New England perennials will make it through. 🙂 Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply My family still owns the land and there are three houses on the property. The “Old House” was torn down by an uncle and the pond was about 20 yards from the house. That house was built by my ancestors before the American Civil War; when my uncle tore it down they found all kinds of historic things and antiques. When I was three and the house was still standing, I found an old wooden doll up underneath the house that likely belonged to my grandfather’s sister. The doll’s joints were all hinged so it can be posed. I loved that old house and that pond and when I go back there I stop by and look at it. When I was little, maybe four to six, I used to sit old milk bottles on the ledge and pour pond water from one bottle to the other. LikeLike Reply Those are lovely memories and such an important connection to the past. Lots of love and constancy in your family. That’s precious and rare. LikeLike Reply Thank you, Brenda, you are so sweet! LikeLike Reply Great Haiku! LikeLike Reply Thanks! I’m ready for spring. You don’t get snow in waist high drifts, do you? LikeLike Reply No … lol I live in Northern Territory, Australia – Hot Humid and very tropical…. I do recall having ONE sole piece of Hail land on the windscreen of my car one time.. it was a freak accident, I think it fell from a plane or something *blank stares* LikeLike Reply Poor you. The trauma of that lone piece of hail. My kids have five tunnels in our small back yard. LikeLike Reply At least it was sunny, the thorns and bush will be so ready for the rose blooms… soon! Smiles, Robin LikeLike Reply I’m dreaming of spring, too. 19 days and counting. 🙂 LikeLike Reply “Dreaming of spring sunshine”… I’ll send you and your wonderful rose vines some. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Excellent! Just in time to warm our impending snowstorm. Rain would be welcome! LikeLike Reply Good day! i always love haiku! 🙂 First of all, thanks for dropping by in my blog–The Misty Lady–! hope more visits in the future and vice versa 🙂 by the way, I nominated you “I’m Not Featured On Freshly Pressed” Award ! take a look in this link http://wp.me/p3NAby-65… Happy blogging! God bless! Break a leg! 🙂 LikeLike Reply LOL I’ll come by and take a look. I have seen that on other blogs and wondered. I followed you, so I should be able to find you in my reader, yeah! LikeLike Reply Your Haiku poems are always beautiful Brenda! They make me think deep thoughts 🙂 LikeLike Reply Wow, thanks! Glad you are reading, Cheers, Brenda LikeLike Reply i am showing my thorns too, now that winter continues on and on…. LikeLike Reply Yep, even kindergarten teachers have them. LOL Lots of aggravated New Englanders, too, and we aren’t even in Michigan. LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.