A Sense of Place: MOUNTAIN – smell

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1. ¡Hola! Este es mi primer comentario aquí, así que solo quería dar un saludo rápido y decirles que realmente disfruto leyendo sus artículos. ¿Puedes recomendar otros blogs / sitios web / foros que traten los mismos temas? ¡Muchas gracias!

2. What’s up mates, its fantastic article on the topic of teachingand entirely
   explained, keep it up all the time.

3. Alan Summers, – I belatedly read your account of being a “mall Santa”. I never thought of it as being a “social worker” – but with a truly caring Santos, it certainly must be!

   What a lovely Christmas “gift” for children- and probably for you as well.

4. A beautiful reading! Thank you Katherine, since I go less often in the mountains I need these full immersion

   1. thanks Margherita!

5. Thanks a lot, Katherine, for including mine in the selection

   1. thanks for submitting, Monica!

6. I forgot that of course pine would be a dominant essence for mountain haiku! We even use pine scent for our town and city apartments. From a fear of forests we also bring in a fascination, and for some of us, a need to bring that wild nature, a little tamed, into our urban lives.
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   So it shouldn’t be surprising that there are fourteen pine haiku featured this week! 🙂
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   pine-scented fog
   adding creamer
   to my campfire coffee
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   Kimberly Esser
   Los Angeles, CA
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   treeline
   we leave the scent of pine
   behind
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   andrew shimield
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   persistent choristers
   up through smoky canyons
   pine siskins
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   Devin Harrison
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   scent of pine
   tempts hikers
   towards the summit
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   Giedra Kregzdys
   Woodhaven, NY
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   mountain girl
   the scent of pines
   my favorite perfume
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   Greer Woodward
   Kamuela, HI
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   reaching the snow line
   the scent of pine needles
   from her thicker socks
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   John Hawkhead

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   pine-scented fog
   adding creamer
   to my campfire coffee
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   Kimberly Esser
   Los Angeles, CA
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   back in the city
   pining
   for the scent of pine
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   Lori Zajkowski
   New York, NY
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   Pine and Aspen duff, my feet
   on this redolent forest trail –
   mountain mist
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   Mary Ellen Gambutti
   Sarasota, FL
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   mountain pine
   i inhale my
   first time
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   Roberta Beary
   County Mayo, Ireland
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   cookies baking
   in the Black Hills
   Ponderosa Pine bark
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   Ronald K. Craig
   Batavia, OH USA
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   fallen pine cone
   I pick up the scent
   of mountain nights
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   Sanjuktaa Asopa

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   down hill
   deepen in pines
   turn by turn
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   Sudebi Singha
   India
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   fleeting needles
   the pine scent nips me
   in mountain dream
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   Vishnu Kapoor
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   Between a noun and a verb:
   https://www.etymonline.com/word/pine
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   I’d forgotten I’ve written about pines too, and of course pine dominated British households for a time, hence a sequence I wrote for the last Bones journal issue.
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   Here are some standalone pine haiku from me in the meantime:
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   Walpurgisnacht
   a nuthatch enters
   the scots pine
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   Alan Summers
   The Heron’s Nest Vol. XVII, Number 1: March 2015
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   an older heartbeat
   the blur of a pine marten
   on the glacier road

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   Alan Summers
   Yanty’s Butterfly Haiku Nook: An Anthology (2016)
   ed. Jacob Salzer & The Nook Editorial Staff
   ISBN-10: 1329915410. ISBN-13: 978-1329915411
   https://jsalzer.wixsite.com/yantysbutterfly
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   Toshugu shrine pines
   I try to stay as still –
   mist and dew

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   Alan Summers
   World Haiku Review Japan Article – Vending machines and cicadas (March 2003); Hermitage (2005); Travelogue on World Haiku Festival 2002 Part 1 (Akita International Haiku Network 2010)
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   Anthology: We Are All Japan (Karakia Press 2012)
   Pamphlet: The In-Between Season (With Words Pamphlet Series 2012)
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   1. Dear esteemed poet,
      Warm greetings! Pine scent pervasive in so many quarters.
      Scots pine too
      with regards
      S.Radhamani

   2. wonderful! thanks so much for this collection within a collection, Alan!

7. A truly lovely selection, Kathy! Thank you so much for including mine!

   1. thanks for this! & for submitting!

8. Wonderful selection of poems. Love
   The weekly treat! Glad to be among
   these wonderful poets!

   1. thanks so much for submitting, Margo, & for your kind words

9. thank you, Kathy and all, another delightful selection!
   among other fine poems Roberta Beary’s stood out for me

   1. thanks for sharing this, Polona!

10. I thoroughly enjoyed all of this week’s poems. Redolent of mountains, all right! Thank you Kathy and fellow high country wanderers.

    1. thanks for this Marietta!

11. Thanks Katherine for this roundup of mountain smells, thanks to everyone who wrote and commented.

    1. thanks for this Angiola!

12. Thanks KJ for all the effort compiling this week’s. It’s funny how sometimes those of us who are adjacent in the alphabet touch on the same themes or phrases (hello Marion!)

    1. thanks Mark – it’s true – & sometimes similar submissions are received at the same time too… from different poets in different parts of the world…

13. Lovely selection again – earth, woodsmoke and pure air.

    I specially loved:
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    towards the peak
    the spilled perfume
    of mountain lilies
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    Anthony Rabang
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    home again
    sharpening a pencil
    a hint of mountains
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    Marietta McGregor

    1. Thank you very much, Lisa! Very kind!

    2. thanks for sharing this Lisa!

14. Oh, the sense of smell! Scents have the ability to transport us back to certain people and places in an instant. I thoroughly enjoyed all the mountain scents this week. Thank you, Kathy for choosing and commenting on my poem.

    1. my pleasure, Corine – thanks for your comments too

15. A beautiful journey in so different place !
    Thanks to all for sharing your poems!
    I enjoyed this selection.
    Congratulations to Celestine for her great haiku.

    1. thanks for sharing this, Giovanna!

16. Happy to be with you all again this week. And a special shout out to my fellow moss sniffers, Alessandra, Angela, and Rosa!

    1. thanks for sharing, Craig!

17. Thank you very much, Kathy, for including my poem to this collection 🙂
    Best,
    Marta

    1. my pleasure – thanks so much for submitting, Marta!

18. A wonderful assortment of aromas, congratulations to all poets, a delight to read, and re-read.

    1. thanks for this Carol!

19. Thank you for including mine among all this wonderful mountain air haiku. I was thinking of my local Karma Triyana Dharmachakra monastery which is up on the mountain. I particularly like Tsanka Shishkova’s haiku and Randy Brooks’s that you commented on was also very cool. Thank you Kathy for your wonderful job with this feature.

    1. Thank you Sari Grandstaff! I love going to the temples in the mountains. I love their aroma and the comfort they give me. Maybe for that, in your haiku I find my thoughts and feelings.
       I’m glad to find a soul mate.

       1. thanks for sharing this Tsanka!

    2. thanks so much for your kind words, Sari!

20. puns and playfulness are ingredients of haiku but are not always enough. This one from Blessed Ayeyame is a beaut….
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    mountain air
    enough scent
    to last my descent

    1. thanks for sharing, David!

21. Dear Kathy,
    Warm greetings! Thank you for your meticulous selection and choice. We learn more and more every Wedneday

    with regards
    S.Radhamani

    1. thank you for this – I am learning too!

22. Dear esteemed poet,
    Warm greetings! This haiku has given me a wonderful opportunity
    to google to know the significance of Kalaat M’Gouna and the link establishing connectivity.
    very informative.

    with regards
    S.Radhamani

    Kalaat M’Gouna
    the man with a rose
    behind his ear

    Alan Summers
    Wiltshire, England

    1. Thank you dear Radhamani Sarma,
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       There is various spellings for this special place which is world famous for producing roses for food, and perfume etc…
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       The Roses Festival takes place in Kelaat M’gouna every year in May.
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       It lasts 7 days to celebrate the season of roses in Dadès and M’Goun. In 2015, the number of visitors of the festival reached 300,000. During the festival, people from all over the country and the world come to qalaat Mgouna to discover its beauty, and for its rose products that range from perfume, rose water, oil, to cosmetic products
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       https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalaat_M%27Gouna
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       There are hedgerows with roses embedded in them too! 🙂
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       Kalaat M’Gouna
       the man with a rose
       behind his ear
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       Alan Summers

       1. Dear esteemed poet,
          Words of appreciation from a great poet and wonderful friend.Really thrice blessed and honored. All God’s doing.
          with regards
          S.Radhamani

       2. Dear esteemed poet,
          Greetings!

          “there are hedgerows with roses embedded in them too! 🙂”
          Reading over again and again -the insights into it.
          with regards
          S.Radhamani
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          1. I thought hedgerows was a British term, but they are there in Morocco!
             http://untravelledpaths.com/highlights-list/valley-of-roses/

    2. thanks for sharing this S.Radhamani!

       1. & Alan again of course!

23. All the lovely mountain aromas! Thanks so much for including me, Kathy.

    1. thanks for submitting, Mary Ellen!

24. mountain path
    missing in the fog…
    bonfire smoke
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    Marta Chocilowska
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    and
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    cedar cutting
    greenwood fresh
    in my nostrils
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    Radhamani sarma
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    I love these two haiku! 🙂
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    There is something about fog and smoke, especially bonfire smoke, be it just burning off wood in general, or the big British bonfire festivals, and other ones in other countries. Great smells, except the delicious aroma of smoke becomes most foul the next day on our clothing. 🙂
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    Another great poem about smell!
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    This is an incredible phrase:
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    “greenwood fresh in my nostrils”
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    Thank you so much you two authors, and everyone else, and for Kathy to get us to write about smell first and foremost. Smell is like a great sound and visual image when played in my mind. We often don’t incorporate this kind of scent/smell, but we will now! 🙂

    1. Dear esteemed poet,
       Words of appreciation from a great poet and wonderful friend.Really thrice blessed and honored. All God’s doing.
       with regards
       S.Radhamani

       1. Dear S.Radhamani
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          Your haiku
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          cedar cutting
          greenwood fresh
          in my nostrils
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          Radhamani sarma
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          Although we might commonly use ‘green wood’ as in freshly cut, I really do like putting the two words together to capture that ‘extra’ tang of cedar.

          1. Dear esteemed poet,
             Greetings! “greenwood” ” that ‘extra’ tang ” due to the Divine
             tap of MUSE. Thank you so much for this.
             with regards
             S.Radhamani

             1. I love your haiku too, Radhamani 🙂
                marta

    2. Thank you very much, for your comment, dear Alan! 🙂 I’m so glad you like my poem! It means a lot to me 🙂
       To avoid the strong a foul odor on our clothes I could try not to describe the source of a smoke:

       mountain path
       missing in the fog . . .
       a smoke smell

       You’re lost in the foggy mountains and suddenly you can sniff a smoke – what smoke? From the chimney? from the bonfire? from a cigarette? It is not known, but it can mean rescue

       Best wishes
       Marta

       1. Hi Marta,
          Your haiku was perfect, don’t change a thing! 🙂

          1. I won’t, Alan 🙂

    3. I love these haiku you commented on, Alan Summers, and what you said! thanks

       1. Thanks Claire!
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          Your haiku:
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          the room’s smell
          of calamine lotion
          mountain mosquitoes
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          Claire Vogel Camargo
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          Calamine lotion seemed to permeate and almost percolate while on holiday, with mozzies in France in particular. I’m also very familiar with mozzies in India, Australia, and Germany, but the Sri Lanka mangrove ones were reasonably friendly, as we were in an eco-lodge complex, interestingly enough.
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          Not encountered mountain mozzies, they sound even more ferocious than the Cologne ones I had to endure, which were like being punched, and the swellings several times larger than any others.
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          It makes me remember my father in later years permeated the whole family home with Olbas as he put on its oil, had the pastilles and other forms. Calamine and Olbas both ends of my childhood!

          1. we also have a few mosquitoes in the Yukon…
             thank you Alan, S.Radhamani, Marta & Claire for all your comments here!

    4. Dear Radhamani sarma,
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       Just saw this quote on Twitter:
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       “To enter a wood is to pass into a different world in which we are transformed. It is no accident that in Shakespeare’s comedies, people go into the greenwood to grow, learn & change. it is where you travel to find yourself, paradoxically, by getting lost.”
       Roger Deakin, Wildwood
       https://www.penguin.co.uk/books/54385/wildwood/
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       I have the book both in print and on Kindle. It’s not perfect, but it is magical.
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       That’s why I loved the word ‘greenwood’ in your haiku:
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       cedar cutting
       greenwood fresh
       in my nostrils
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       Radhamani sarma
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    5. thanks Alan!

25. Another Wednesday treat, to immerse oneself in all these wonderful mountain scents . . . even the wet dog and sheep manure! Thank you everyone, and thank you kj for including one of mine.

    1. thanks so much for sharing this, Ingrid, & for submitting!

26. thin, fresh air
    musky turf…
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    mountain silence
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    Susan Lee Roberts
    Sacramento, CA, USA
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    I love the use of an entire blank line before ‘mountain silence’!
    It’s incredibly effective, especially as I just read two lines, and didn’t see a next line, then looked lower after a couple of seconds (of silence). Wonderful technique!

    1. thanks Alan – I’m so glad the extra line came through as intended… sometimes the formatting can be challenging, & it doesn’t always turn out the way I expect!

       1. I still don’t know how to format on this site, so always impressed how you do it! 🙂

27. childhood memories…
    the grape Kool-aid smell
    of mountain laurel
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    Terri French
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    Learning more again, I discover the Texas Wildflower smells like grape Kool-aid! And why not. 🙂
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    What a wonderful poem line by line by line, thank you!
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    1. thanks Alan!

28. cold day on the slopes
    Oma’s glow wine spices
    fill the air
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    Christina Chin
    Kuching, Sarawak
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    I’ve drunk mulled wine over many a Christmas over the decades, so was intrigued by ‘glow wine’ which turns out to be the traditional German recipe: https://www.quick-german-recipes.com/wine-cookies.html
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    From that web link I also discovered that “just like Oma” is a brand named after the pictured woman perhaps. Of course the British Royal family has always had strong German connections, an issue that helped cause WWI unfortunately.
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    Although I don’t ski, I’ve been on many a snow scape through Europe and Britain mostly, and a hot mulled/spiced wine (beer or cider) revives the flagging spirit and warms the toes! 🙂
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    I really enjoyed this haiku, and learnt something extra, which is always a bonus for me.
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    1. I too like this haiku, mulled wine, and ski slopes. In Holland and Germany oma means grandma. A great brand name for traditional recipes, like Glühwein. Just the way grandma made it. 🙂 I wish I was there.

       1. Thanks Corine, I hadn’t made the connection between Grandma and Oma. Sadly I never knew any grandparents from my adoptive family, but thousands through being a professional Santa off and on for the last ten years! 🙂

          1. At times love, wisdom, and compassion enter our life through unexpected channels. A professional Santa! That must be rewarding 🙂

             1. Hi Corine,
                Being a Santa is highly rewarding but not for the obvious reasons. It’s more akin to being a social worker, agony aunt/uncle, bringing comfort to children who have lost a parent, or when the city council is breaking up an entire family.
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                Last year was another couple of firsts, including two boys who were crying inconsolably about leaving me! Often children cry out in horror as a huge bearded man, not this time.
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                I literally had to hug one child as he was so upset, and tell him he was loved. Last year I was on ‘open display’ and also roaming, while previous years I was in a small dark room. So this time I could see the parents two or more times, and both adults and children would wave.
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                We also did secret selections as we had no presents, but a dozen big gift vouchers. Almost every time I picked out a family group for my elf to run after, it turned out they had suffered a great loss, and feared facing the Christmas festivities.
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                Then there was a wonderful woman who approached me and said last time a Santa was racist but she knew she’d like me. I could have cried a hundred times during my six weeks as Santa, but I have to put on a brave face, but I NEVER do banal greetings, it’s always deeply personal to each child, whether they are one week old or eighty years old.
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                It’s a tough gig, because I cannot do generic, and to see some families passing a few times, or an individual, whether child or adult, secretly waving, wanting acknowledgement that they can see through the toughness of winter and Christmas, is deeply moving.
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                I do love it, even when I sometimes cry inside.

             2. thanks Corine & Alan, as always, for sharing

    2. thanks for this Alan – I, too, am learning so much from doing this!

       1. There’s nothing better than jumping in fully with both feet into a project to learn about haiku and related genres. This is a brilliant feature you’ve created Kathy! 🙂

          1. thanks again Alan! I appreciate the support, & all the help from THF folks!

29. Great selection! I enjoyed reading all of them

    1. great to hear Monica!

30. Kathy, thank-you for including my haiku. Congratulations to all the poets who were selected this week.

    1. thanks for submitting Valentina!

31. Thank you, Kathy. Each poem is like taking a fragrant walk in the mountains. A wonderful selection from wonderful poets who transport us to a Sense of Place.

    1. thanks for this Barbara!

32. What a collection of scents, Kathy. Thanks for including mine in this nose-fest of haiku.

    1. thanks for submitting, Nancy!

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