The day eleven prompt at Poetic Asides was to “write a seasonal poem.” Robert Lee Brewer pointed out this was ideal for haiku writers since true haiku is a “seasonal” poem. (Which the average reader would never suspect from all the crap haiku people are encouraged to write by beer companies, newspapers, coffee sellers, and so on.)
I don’t consider myself a haiku writer. I’ve attempted some but never felt they were successful. For this prompt, though, I decided to try a haiku. Before anyone points out it’s not in 5-7-5 syllable lines, just let me say that English writers of haiku have tended to abandon the formulaic syllable count in recent years (or decades).
Anyhow, my haiku (and lest you think it’s easier to write a short poem, guess again):
first soft-serve cone–
bare branches, green picnic tables
whiten with fresh snow
In case you’re realizing you know nothing about haiku (or what you thought you knew might be wrong), the day eleven judge, Michael Dylan Welch, has an informative website.