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A Sense of Place: MEADOW/FIELD – smell

 

 

A Sense of Place

In his essay ‘So:ba’, given at the International Haiku Conference (SUNY Plattsburgh, NY, 2008) and published serially in Frogpond, Jim Kacian discusses the concept of ba:

“If you look up ba in any Japanese-English Dictionary you’ll find it means “place” or “site” or “occasion”. And these are all true in the most general sense—ba is a pointer to a kind of awareness that something of importance is happening in time and space.”

So here we are…

In the following weeks we will get back to haiku basics and explore specific locations with an emphasis on the senses, and with the intention of improving our own haiku practice. Ideally, participants will select an actual location that they can visit, or a location from memory that they have visited in the past. Failing that, we always have our imaginations – and you’re invited to join in the fun! Submit an original unpublished poem (or poems) via our Contact Form by Sunday midnight on the theme of the week, including your name as you would like it to appear, and place of residence. I will select from these for the column, and add commentary.

 

next week’s theme:  MEADOW/FIELD – taste

We remain in meadows and fields – if possible, the same one as last week – but now we explore the sense of taste…

I look forward to reading your submissions.

 

A Sense of Place:  MEADOW/FIELD – smell

One of the (many) things that I have learned while working on this column, is something that loyal readers may have also noticed – that is, many haiku, especially those written to a prompt, are very similar – poets believe they are being original, (and in a basic sense, they are), but the poems that take a truly unique approach, when compared to the others, jump out at the reader… in 2019, it is these truly exceptional poems that will be among those selected…

floral cleaning products
my home
a meadow

Greer Woodward
Waimea, HI

Well, that’s what the marketing team wants the consumer to think, anyway… for me, nothing beats the real thing!

pasture romp
the dog
needs a bath

Margaret Walker

Four separate shampoos were required for my friend’s dog recently… we are still debating what it was – the latest suggestion: otter scat… the scent described as ranging from freshly mown hay to putrefied fish… you can guess where on this scale the dog’s odour belonged…

sneeze after sneeze spring fields

Rachel Sutcliffe

In this poem, the poet explores the theme effectively without mentioning it at all… and an allergic reader (like me) might begin to react just reading it…

field of lavender
my grandmother’s
pillowcases

Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA

Here the poet shows us another way to bring fields and meadows into our homes – these may be embroidered pillowcases, but the theme suggests a sachet of potpourri, or some other way to enjoy this natural scent…

Here are the rest of my selections for this week:

sweet grass –
I can smell
eternity

Aalix Roake
New Zealand

 

haymaking
the scent of the meadow
bundled in barns

Adjei Agyei-Baah
Kumasi, Ghana

 

cow’s tail curved…
the splattering sound
of smell

Adrian Bouter

 

a buzzard waits
on the gatepost…
death’s scent

Al Gallia
Lafayette, Louisiana USA

 

Guelder-rose…
the universe pops
from a jam jar

(Viburnum opulus (kalyna): common name guelder-rose
According to a legend kalyna was associated with the birth of the Universe, the so-called Fire Trinity: the Sun, the Moon, and the Star.)

Alan Summers
Wiltshire, England

 

Olive tree fields –
the bread smells of oil and family festival

Alessandra Delle Fratte
Rome, Italy

 

hay meadow
caught in her hair
the scent of wild thyme

Andy McLellan

 

mature vineyards –
in the evening the strong aroma
of cooked must*

(* in my part it is used to boil the first pressing of the grapes and then make a polenta like pudding that is eaten in the spoon)

Angela Giordano

 

aster –
scent of sun
in the dry meadow

Angiola Inglese

 

grammy’s drawer –
letters smell of Provencal fields

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

 

sunlit fields –
a passing train fills with
mustard scent

arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India

 

meadow edge
a white tailed deer sniffs
the fog

Barbara Kaufmann

 

after a rain
along the path the scent
of honeysuckle

Barbara Tate
Winchester, TN

 

burnt field
I await
the scent of greenness

Blessed Ayeyame
Ughelli, Nigeria

 

fresh harvest
my nose follows
the aroma of sweet corn

Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA

 

withered grass
the scent of earth
through rain

Carol Jones
Wales

 

center field –
scent of the pitcher’s gum
before the windup

Carol Raisfeld

 

sunflower field…
the scent
of sunlight

Carole MacRury
Point Roberts, WA

 

late night fields
pull down the moon
and smell green cheese

Charles Harmon
Los Angeles, California, USA

 

silenced fields
the haunting smell of tsunami retreat

(After the 7.5-magnitude earthquake hit Sulawesi Island, Friday 28th September 2018, water smashed into Palu Bay)

Christina Chin
Kuching, Sarawak

 

finding us
in lush meadow
our blind dog

Christina Sng

 

the smell
of wet grass
summer cold

Christine Eales
UK

 

harvest moon
the grassy scent
of hay bales

Claire Vogel Camargo

 

last wildflowers
in the shady meadow
vanishing scents

Claudia Messelodi
Italy

 

warm breeze…
from somewhere the scent
of meadowsweet

Corine Timmer
Faro, Portugal

 

storm downed trees
the clearing’s edge – receding
flood water fish smell

Craig Kittner
Wilmington, NC

 

a purple field
the scent of lavender
in my skin

Danijela Grbelja
Sibenik, Croatia

 

a vast field –
following the trail
of mother’s perfume

Debbi Antebi
London, UK

 

endless dry grass
and yet the petrichor
lingers

Deborah P Kolodji
Temple City, California

 

autumnal rites
smoke from brush fires coiling
over the fields

Devin Harrison

 

autumn memories
scent of leaves burning
beside the meadow

dianne moritz

 

in the field after
the flood smells only
sludge and carrion

Dubravka Šcukanec
Zagreb, Croatia

 

grazing cows…
dew smell follows me
inside the house

Elisa Allo
Zug, Switzerland

 

meadow picnic
smell of fresh food
ants join in

Erick Harmon (age 10)
Whittier, California, USA

 

autumn field
the smell of quinces
in the air

Eufemia Griffo

 

in the field
sunflower blooms turn –
smell of summer rain

Gary Evans

 

bouquet of fallen grapes
fermenting in
the autumn sun

Giedra Kregzdys
Woodhaven, NY

 

smell of the fields
empty war graves
and some flowers

Guliz Mutlu

 

with each fresh gust of green heaven
I forgive the groundskeeper’s mower

Helen Buckingham

 

harvest day
a farm dog sniffs
for the invaders

Hifsa Ashraf
Pakistan

 

beech trees frame the meadow
damp sweet smell
of leaves decomposing

Ingrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia

 

rows of lavender
the rough linen she has
neatly stacked

Joanne van Helvoort

 

bringing the sheep home
through swathes of wild garlic
we dawdle in shade

John Hawkhead

 

tilled field
earth’s fragrance
early spring

Judith Hishikawa
West Burke, Vermont

 

our first campfire
in the meadow
burnt marshmallows

Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California

 

Memories flood
With the smell of rain
While tall grass sways

Kim Spring
Lakewood, OH

 

fenced meadow
the scent of lavender
escapes

Kimberly Esser
Los Angeles, CA

 

early mist
burning off –
pine incense

Laurie Greer
Washington, DC

 

queen annes lace
meadows sweet
scent of carrots

Linda L Ludwig
Inverness FL USA

 

nose to the ground
spaniel traces the scent of
yesterday’s rabbit

Lisa Cherrett
Wiltshire, UK

 

Sheep Meadow
walking by the scent
of grass

(Sheep Meadow is a 15-acre expanse of green in Central Park often used as an alternative to the beach in the summer; sheep used to graze there.)

Lori Zajkowski
New York City

 

blowing across
the sunflower fields
scent of a storm

Lucy Whitehead
Essex, UK

 

damp earth
through the tall grass
eucalyptus breeze

Madhuri Pillai

 

open field
everything
one scent

Malintha Perera

 

ancient scent
of turned earth
September

Margherita Petriccione

 

sunrise walk
through the meadow
the scent of a storm

Margo Williams
Stayton, OR

 

curls of smoke
with a hint of gumleaf
outback savannah

Marietta McGregor
Australia

 

golden flows of wheat
a whiff of warm beer
on the wind

Mark Gilbert
UK

 

Spring breezes carry
the scent of purple lilacs
and small white lilies.

Mark Rosenholz

 

scent of summer
the horse’s fresh
straw bed

Martha Magenta
England, UK

 

field flowers –
pungent chamomile
crushed underfoot

MaryEllen Gambutti
Sarasota, FL

 

Clouds
above the field –
smell of rain coming

michael ceraolo
South Euclid, Ohio

 

buffalo grass
straining for a whiff
of the herd

Michael Henry Lee

 

meadow picnic –
ants pick up the scent
of muenster

Michael H. Lester
Los Angeles CA USA

 

incense rises
at the roadside chapel
sunflower field

Michael Smeer
Haarlemmermeer, The Netherlands

 

wild oats…
sinking into the fragrance
of meadow weeds

Michele L. Harvey

 

gambler’s delight
greyhounds follow
a fake scent

Mike Gallagher
Kerry, Ireland

 

Autumn rain –
rosemary bushes
dripping with perfume

Monica Federico

 

combine
in the field
new-mown hay

Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio

 

harvested fields…
scent of decay mingles
with memories

Natalia Kuznetsova
Russia

 

fresh manure
on the meadow –
wild lilies

Nazarena Rampini

 

alpine meadow –
the scent of a journey
in each blossom

Nicholas Klacsanzky

 

bucolic meadow…
from somewhere
manure wafts

Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland

 

wild strawberries
the scent of sweetness
still on my hands

Pat Davis
Pembroke, NH  USA

 

semi rural living my neighbor rants rich smell of cow

Paul Geiger

 

paddocks after the rain
lemon-scented gum trees
and wet wool

Pauline O’Carolan

 

morning news
the dog’s nose probes
the lawn

Polona Oblak
Ljubljana, Slovenia

 

tilling the fall soil
the thick scent of cow dung
shrouds the scuppernongs

(in the Carolinas, scuppernongs ripen just as the fields are being prepared for next year’s harvest)

Pris Campbell

 

sheep gathering – all
by  smell of the same
wool

Radhamani sarma
Chennai, India

 

the scent
of freshly mowed lawn
mom’s embrace

Radostina Dragostinova
Bulgaria

 

wheat planted
across the road
the smell of oil wells

Randy Brooks

 

rain over desert field
air floods with the scent
of creosote

Rehn Kovacic

 

poppy field –
in her rippling laughter
a whiff of sunshine

Réka Nyitrai

 

plantation fields –
the smell of rain showers
returning

robyn brooks
usa

 

nature center
acrid smoke from
a controlled burn

(The Cincinnati Nature Center is in Milford, OH, USA)

Ronald K. Craig
Batavia, OH  USA

 

summer fields –
the intense smell
of fresh-cut hay

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

 

abandoned pasture
noon heat fills the air
with memories

Sandi Pray

 

way home
from the fields
the smell of hay

Serhiy Shpychenko
Kyiv, UA

 

an acrid miasma
from the flock foraged neep
burns night

simonj
UK

 

walking the meadows –
the sudden smell of hot
railroad tracks

Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia

 

farmhouse party
by a jasmine garden
the smell of wine

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
Hyderabad, India

 

meadow breeze
the smell of tranquility
lingers

Stephen A. Peters

 

single dandelion
cozied in
sweet grasses

Susan Lee Roberts
Sacramento, CA, USA

 

graduation morning
the scent of roses
overwhelming the field

Susan Rogers
Los Angeles, CA, USA

 

morning meadow
breathing in
breathing out

Tia Haynes
Lakewood, Ohio

 

gently southerly breeze
above the sweet grass
hog farm

Tim Heaney
Atlanta, Ga.

 

hawaiian nights –
in my eye pillow
musk-mallow

Tsanka Shishkova

 

pumpkin patch –
soon the scent
of fresh-baked pie

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA

 

in a meadow
the heavy odor
of a cigar

Victor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA

 

meadow grazing –
scent of grass in
cow’s fresh milk

Vishnu Kapoor

 

Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada and an Associate Member of the League of Canadian Poets. She recently co-edited an anthology of crime-themed haiku called Body of Evidence: a collection of killer ’ku.

 

This Post Has 37 Comments

  1. Meadow/Field/taste

    undulating grasses
    cradle lovers in rapture
    taste of ecstasy

    meadow in stain glass
    humming birds sip sweet nectar
    virgin daffodils

    autumn leaves scatter
    tumbling through windy meadow
    flavor of change

    heads roll
    scary pumpkin patch
    taste of surprise

    Jacqueline Price
    Fair Oaks, CA

    1. thanks for this, Jacqueline – please use the Contact Form to submit before midnight Pacific time every Sunday… kj

  2. harvested fields…
    scent of decay mingles
    with memories

    Natalia Kuznetsova
    Russia

    I appreciate this haiku because Natalia gives us the present, and the past with very few words. She also gives us each our memories. Nice!

  3. Dear esteemed poet,
    Greetings!

    A new message I got about legend kalyna,something
    striking with the birth of the universe.

    Guelder-rose…
    the universe pops
    from a jam jar

    (Viburnum opulus (kalyna): common name guelder-rose
    According to a legend kalyna was associated with the birth of the Universe, the so-called Fire Trinity: the Sun, the Moon, and the Star.)

    with regards
    S.Radhamani

  4. An absolute delight to read all these poems.
    *.
    I’ll be printing and reading all the info you have posted, Alan. So much to learn, there. Thanks for the mention.
    Your verse made me smile, must be that sound when opening a new pot of jam but, far more to the verse than that.
    *
    This poem brings back such wonderful memories, and such a halcyon image.
    *
    bringing the sheep home
    through swathes of wild garlic
    we dawdle in the shade
    *
    John Hawkhead

    Thank you for including mine, Kathy.

    1. Thanks Carol!
      .
      Yes, you could even bring it on Sunday! 🙂 There’s often more to the lines than even the author might notice, and it’s good to remind those in a workshop that.
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      .
      Ah, yes, that satisfying and iconic pop of the jam jar lid! 🙂
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      Yes, John’s is rich in imagery and each line is incredibly evocative.

    2. Amazing how smell can really take you back through the years to a single instant. Wild garlic – a telltale of lost hours for dreamers!

  5. Thank you so much, kj. Much appreciated. Thank you everyone for sharing this delightful walk through a meadow/field.

  6. Thanks KJ for including mine. I would highlight these two:-
    – Kimberley Esser’s uplifting
    .
    fenced meadow
    the scent of lavender
    escapes
    .
    and Margherita Petriccione’s primeval quadrum
    .
    ancient scent
    of turned earth
    September
    .

  7. Surely a universally loved scent, that of mown grass, aptly described by Helen Buckingham as a ‘fresh gust of green heaven’. A bit like cucumber, or Aloe Vera, although I understand this last smells awful in reality. And scent of earth comes in too for appreciation . . . who doesn’t like this perfume, especially after the first spots of rain? I’ve always made a distinction between ‘earth’, and ‘dirt’ and ‘soil’, the last two having not quite the same pleasant connotation, perhaps their association with man . . . night soil, soiled clothes, dirt road rather than hard-packed earth, unmetalled road, etc. Just a thought.
    Thank you Kathy for adding one of mine. Much appreciated.

  8. The olfactory factory
    .
    The olfactory system: sense of smell
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    For those of us who have the sense of smell, it brings untold gifts. But those untold gifts are being revealed haiku by haiku here!
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    I’ve lifted aspects of the sense of smell from one or more lines in a way that gives a different perspective, and shows how the smell or scent runs through the haiku in more than one way! 🙂
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    my home a meadow
    Greer Woodward
    Waimea, HI
    .
    the dog needs a bath
    Margaret Walker
    .
    sneeze after sneeze spring fields
    Rachel Sutcliffe
    .

    my grandmother’s pillowcases
    Sari Grandstaff
    Saugerties, NY, USA
    .

    smell eternity
    Aalix Roake
    New Zealand
     .
    the meadow bundled in barns
    Adjei Agyei-Baah
    Kumasi, Ghana

    the splattering sound of smell
    Adrian Bouter
     .
    death’s scent
    Al Gallia
    Lafayette, Louisiana USA
    .
     
    pops from a jam jar
    Alan Summers
    Wiltshire, England
     .
    the bread smells of oil and family
    Alessandra Delle Fratte
    Rome, Italy
     .
    her hair…of wild thyme
    Andy McLellan
     .
    aroma of …must*
    Angela Giordano
     .
    scent of sun
    Angiola Inglese
    .
    n.b. Indeed, the sun creates its very own ‘scent’!
    .

    letters …of Provencal fields
    Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
     .
    a…train fills with mustard scent
    arvinder kaur
    Chandigarh, India
     .
    n.b. Combining trains with a meadow scent, inspired!
    .

    a …deer sniffs the fog
    Barbara Kaufmann
     .
    the path…scent of honeysuckle
    Barbara Tate
    Winchester, TN
     
    .
    I await…greenness
    Blessed Ayeyame
    Ughelli, Nigeria
     .
    my nose follows the…sweet corn
    Bona M. Santos
    Los Angeles, CA
     .
    withered grass…through rain
    Carol Jones
    Wales
    .
    n.b. Suggusting petrichor without mentioning the popular term which means a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
    .
    .
    the pitcher’s gum before the windup
    Carol Raisfeld
    .
    n.b. even in open areas, and moreso on trains, buses, planes, someone at the back might merely have started on chewing gum or some pastille and the whole load of people get to know! 🙂
    .
     
    sunflower field…of sunlight
    Carole MacRury
    Point Roberts, WA
     .

    pull down the moon…green cheese
    Charles Harmon
    Los Angeles, California, USA
     .
    the haunting smell of tsunami
    Christina Chin
    Kuching, Sarawak
     .
    lush meadow…our blind dog
    Christina Sng
    .
    wet grass…summer cold
    Christine Eales
    UK
     .
    scent of hay bales
    Claire Vogel Camargo
     .
    last wildflowers…vanishing scents
    Claudia Messelodi
    Italy
     .
    warm breeze…of meadowsweet
    Corine Timmer
    Faro, Portugal
     .
    flood water fish smell
    Craig Kittner
    Wilmington, NC
     .
    …purple …scent of lavender
    Danijela Grbelja
    Sibenik, Croatia
     .
    the trail of mother’s perfume
    Debbi Antebi
    London, UK
     .
    the petrichor lingers
    Deborah P Kolodji
    Temple City, California
     .
    smoke from brush fires coiling
    Devin Harrison
     
    .
    leaves burning beside the meadow
    dianne moritz
     .
    the flood smells
    Dubravka Šcukanec
    Zagreb, Croatia
     .
    dew smell
    Elisa Allo
    Zug, Switzerland
     .
    meadow picnic
    Erick Harmon (age 10)
    Whittier, California, USA
    .
    Even Erick’s opening line gives us so much! A brilliant example of ‘show don’t tell’, thanks Erick! 🙂
    .
     quinces in the air
    Eufemia Griffo
     .
    sunflower blooms turn
    Gary Evans
     .
    fallen grapes in the autumn sun
    Giedra Kregzdys
    Woodhaven, NY
     .
    empty war graves and some flowers
    Guliz Mutlu
    .
    n.b. powerful line(s) in themselves.
    .

     
    the groundskeeper’s mower
    Helen Buckingham
    .
    For anyone close to the groundskeeper’s mowing, it has a distinctive odour of its own, even compared to anyone else mowing!
    .
     
    a farm dog sniffs for the invaders
    Hifsa Ashraf
    Pakistan.
    .
    Love it!
    .

    leaves decomposing
    Ingrid Baluchi
    Ohrid, Macedonia
     .
    rough linen
    Joanne van Helvoort
     .
    …wild garlic…in shade
    John Hawkhead
     .
    tilled field
    Judith Hishikawa
    West Burke, Vermont
     .
    burnt marshmallows
    Kath Abela Wilson
    Pasadena, California
     .
    Memories flood
    Kim Spring
    Lakewood, OH
    .
    n.b. memories have their own olfactory factory, often started off by a smell related or even unrelated to a past memory.
    .

     
    lavender escapes
    Kimberly Esser
    Los Angeles, CA
     .

    pine incense
    Laurie Greer
    Washington, DC
     .
    meadows sweet…carrots
    Linda L Ludwig
    Inverness FL USA
     .
    scent of yesterday’s rabbit
    Lisa Cherrett
    Wiltshire, UK
     .
    walking by the scent
    Lori Zajkowski
    New York City
     .
    scent of a storm
    Lucy Whitehead
    Essex, UK
     .
    the tall grass…eucalyptus breeze
    Madhuri Pillai
     .
    everything one scent
    Malintha Perera
     .
    turned earth
    Margherita Petriccione
     .
    sunrise walk
    Margo Williams
    Stayton, OR
     .
    hint of gumleaf
    Marietta McGregor
    Australia
     .
    warm beer on the wind
    Mark Gilbert
    UK
     .
    purple lilacs and … lilies.
    Mark Rosenholz
     .
    the horse’s fresh straw bed
    Martha Magenta
    England, UK
     .
    pungent chamomile
    MaryEllen Gambutti
    Sarasota, FL
     .
    smell of rain coming
    michael ceraolo
    South Euclid, Ohio
     .
    straining for a whiff of the herd
    Michael Henry Lee
     .
    ants pick up the scent
    Michael H. Lester
    Los Angeles CA USA
     .
    incense rises at the roadside chapel
    Michael Smeer
    Haarlemmermeer, The Netherlands
     .
    sinking into …meadow weeds
    Michele L. Harvey
     .
    greyhounds follow a fake scent
    Mike Gallagher
    Kerry, Ireland
     .
    rosemary bushes
    Monica Federico
     .
    combine in the field
    Nancy Brady
    Huron, Ohio
    .
    Note for Nancy, or more if anyone doesn’t know what a combine might be:
    .
    The Wurzels ORIGINAL PROMO FILM “Combine Harvester” No1 June 12th 1976
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0zxE0SUG1c
    .
    scent of decay mingles with memories
    Natalia Kuznetsova
    Russia
     .
    fresh manure
    Nazarena Rampini
     .
    a journey in each blossom
    Nicholas Klacsanzky
     .
    bucolic meadow
    Olivier Schopfer
    Geneva, Switzerland

    wild strawberries…still on my hands
    Pat Davis
    Pembroke, NH  USA
     .
    rich smell of cow
    Paul Geiger
     .
    paddocks after the rain
    Pauline O’Carolan
     .
    morning news the dog’s nose
    Polona Oblak
    Ljubljana, Slovenia

    tilling the fall soil
    Pris Campbell
    .
    n.b. great note from Pris:
    “in the Carolinas, scuppernongs ripen just as the fields are being prepared for next year’s harvest.”
     .
    sheep gathering…smell of the same wool
    Radhamani sarma
    Chennai, India
     .
    A wonderful one from Radhamani sarma, if anyone knows about sheep it’s very accurately observed! 🙂
    .
    mom’s embrace
    Radostina Dragostinova
    Bulgaria
     .
    the smell of oil wells
    Randy Brooks
     .
    creosote
    Rehn Kovacic
     .
    her rippling laughter a whiff of sunshine
    Réka Nyitrai
    .
     rain showers returning
    robyn brooks
    usa
    .
    controlled burn
    Ronald K. Craig
    Batavia, OH  USA
     .
    intense smell of fresh-cut hay
    Rosa Maria Di Salvatore
     .
    abandoned pasture
    Sandi Pray
     .
    way home from the fields
    Serhiy Shpychenko
    Kyiv, UA
     .
    foraged neep
    simonj
    UK
    .
    n.b. burns night immediately suggests haggis, and neep is turnips:
    “A neep or tumshie is the ruit crap brassica rapa var. rapa that’s aft growen in maumie climates athort the warld for its white, bulbous tapruit.”
    .
     hot railroad tracks
    Slobodan Pupovac
    Zagreb, Croatia
     ‘
    jasmine garden
    Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
    Hyderabad, India
     .
    meadow breeze
    Stephen A. Peters
     .
    single dandelion cozied…
    Susan Lee Roberts
    Sacramento, CA, USA
     .
    roses overwhelming the field
    Susan Rogers
    Los Angeles, CA, USA
     .
    morning meadow
    Tia Haynes
    Lakewood, Ohio
     .
    hog farm
    Tim Heaney
    Atlanta, Ga.
     .
    musk-mallow
    Tsanka Shishkova
     .
    fresh-baked pie
    Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
    Fairlawn, Ohio USA
     .
    odor of a cigar
    Victor Ortiz
    Bellingham, WA
     .
    cow’s fresh milk
    Vishnu Kapoor
    .
    What an amazing collocation of collected bouquet tangibly caught! 🙂

    1. Love this combination of scents, Alan, into a unified whole.

      I guess I should have explained what a combine is. Growing up in an area where farms are prevalent, I presume everyone has had this experience. For those who are unfamiliar with the term, a combine is a farm machine, which cuts and threshes grain.

      1. Hi Nancy!
        .
        Oh no, I don’t think you needed to explain, after all the haiku is very clear it’s a farming poem.
        .
        .
        combine
        in the field
        new-mown hay
        .
        Nancy Brady
        Huron, Ohio
        .
        .
        If everyone watches the fun song it shows the combine (combine harvester) in the promo film:
        .
        The Wurzels ORIGINAL PROMO FILM “Combine Harvester” No1 June 12th 1976
        https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0zxE0SUG1c
        .
        The group of men are from the Somerset area of England known for its cider! 🙂

        1. Alan,
          I, for one, will check the video out. Thanks, Alan. You are always such a fount of (haiku) wisdom; and your observations so spot on. I really enjoy reading them.

    2. you are an inspiration, Alan – & thanks also to Nancy for the comments… (…& I’ve got a brand new plan for this blog page…)

  9. Thank you kindly for your comments on my haiku Kathy! Yes, you got it exactly right. The pillowcases having the scent of lavender sachet from my grandmother’s linen chest. Also, the old-fashioned delicate floral pattern on them giving the overall effect of sleeping in a field of lavender when I was there. Comforting memories sleeping at a grandmother’s house. So many lovely haiku here and some that particularly stand out to me so far are by Susan Rogers, Margaret Walker, Aalix Roake, Carol Raisfeld and Joanne van Helvoort. These haiku put me in the mind of those scratch-and-sniff advertisements – scratch the surface of the haiku and you will be able to breathe in the scents of our lives.

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