Haiku are like snowflakes — falling right now

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we have all been there. we are there at this moment. where are we going?

Just when you think the spell has been broken and spring will be ushered in, another snowstorm appears. Something is very charming about the fluffy flakes today though; They are nostalgic almost as if they know their time with us will be short. Our poets know it, so writing haiku to encourage serious thinking about winter needn’t feel as oppressive as it would in say, early January. We’re almost there. Allen Feldman, a world-travelling wordsmith, feels this way:

It’s a paradise

For sadists and snowboarders,

But it’s not for me.

-Allen Feldman

Michael Kannaley takes the cold, the tactile aspects, and focuses on a positive human force making the most out of unpredictable weather.

leaves fall then snow flies

temp varies, plummets, and climbs

short days and sharp air

Maybe stark contrasts can even be an unexpected boon.

snow; blessing hidden

every low brings forth a high

fresh adventure now

Certainly, with the right equipment, the challenge of winter can become a game for us, ready to be played.

boots snug and skis tuned

goggles strapped, jacket zipped up

perfect turns all day long

-Michael Kannaley

Daniel Hoopes takes a more ironic approach, noting the way that we tend to overdramatize our perception of the struggle as a way to cope.

every winter

is cold, sure — but this one guys…!

(…every winter)

And relating plummeting figures must be a familiar pain to some.

things i hate to see -

bank account, temperature

both below zero

But could this last haiku end in a note of optimism?

snow that will not slide

off roofs, broken under toe

still reflects the sun

-Daniel Hoopes

Rachel Rear refused to be bogged down by classic winter problems, instead looking to the freedom of gliding down snowy mountaintops on a snowboard.

Morning:

A slice through powder -

The lone sign that today, I

Didn’t make first tracks.

Midday:

The sun’s at its crest -

I thaw a bit, breathe sans ice

Crystals up my nose.

Evening:

A pink Killington

Trail at dusk. Me, my board, and

A sleek white ermine.

The vision of snow that Tania Asnes shared was very different from idyllic winter sports, however:

Sodden crystals of

Metropolitan refuse:

The world’s worst Sno Cone.

-Tania Asnes

Catalina Lavalle drew in hashtags to bring attention to the mass sensations of malaise that can befall a community at this time of year.

My friends all have it,

They’re “seasonal affected”

And it makes me (SAD)

#socialwithdrawlaffected

And she asks a difficult, open-ended question:

What if instead of:

“Record winter strikes US”

We just had our last?

#climatechange

-Catalina Lavalle

As the days and months drag on, perspectives like Janna Pelle’s may weigh on us increasingly.

Every single time

I walk outside, I say, “It’s…

not so bad.” Yeah right.

-Janna Pelle

And a little bit of humor is always good to put everything in perspective, as Gabriel Sands does here.

i shouldn’t complain

every part of me is cold

except for my crotch

-Gabriel Sands

However, even through March snowstorms and grey slush and frozen everything, our love for New York surely will endure and emerge… soon? Max Stossel believes so.

New York, I love you,

But air should not hurt my hands.

See you in April.

-Max Stossel

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