hole in socks


winter's end -
my warm socks
with big holes


change the robes, koromogae 更衣 ころもがえ
kigo for early summer

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anonymous a said...

I love this, Gabi. It shows what you always encourage in your comments - an interaction between the human dimension and that of the larger natural world.

We're moving into winter here and your haiku reminds me of my mother hauling out the woollens in autumn, only to discover the moths had been busy. I'm going to try to write a haiku about that. I'll post it if I get anywhere.

Thank you, again, for a lovely moment.
a friend from Australia

Anonymous said...

YES Gabi!
You are on a roll!

Anonymous said...

Lovely, Gabi. Not only does it sound like a long, cold winter has played havoc with your socks, but also that your toes can't wait to get out and have a look at spring.

Anonymous said...

This is absolutely wonderful, Gabi.
A keeper for sure.

Anonymous said...

Terrific, Gabi san.
May you have lots of hole-less warm socks for next winter.

Anonymous said...

Yes Gabi, I know what you mean - I hate it when that happens to my socks, especially while they are still new, like the onset of spring.

Anonymous said...

Hi, Gabi san, this is one of the best spring haiku I have read!

Anonymous said...

I'm loving it, Gabi. Great moment captured!

anonymous HH said...

Good one, Gabi.

anonymous said...

This one warmly reminds me of Santoka. He often made laconic remarks about his destitution, and then laughed at himself afterwards. His strength of character is one I admire deeply.

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