cold wind still
under my coat – in the nostrils only
flying petals
under my coat – in the nostrils only
flying petals
Seasons and time are not
made according to the rigorous template that the kigo’s maniacs wish to impose.
Spring and winter are fighting long before a definite decision. It is natural
that some haiku glorify moments of apotheosis for seasonal words, and others to
let them face the natural indecision of the weather and of the world.
One who enjoy the facts and
also the genuine atmosphere of real haiku moments has no choice but to evoke them
as they happen to be. And to enjoy them equally.
As for the poem, it avoids
involving the author and it leaves what you can feel up to anyone. One can say
that the wind is still tolerated, while the nostrils already aspire to and are somehow
satisfied with just the fragrance of what is to come.
poem and comment by Corneliu Traian Atanasiu
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