“Winter (II)”, the forty-third and final gallery in the Montage series, features more winter-themed haiku—by Martin Shea, Jack Barry, and THF’s founder, Jim Kacian. My thanks go out to Jim for the opportunity to create Montage, to web master Dave Russo for all his help, and to THF for hosting the series; I also thank everyone for reading and for all the valuable feedback, public and private. I’ve greatly enjoyed it, but it’s time to hoist my burdens and get on down the road. Best wishes for the New Year!
the long night of the mannequins— snow falling — Martin Shea
New Year's dawn
light first gathers
in the icicles
— Jim Kacian
looking back after crossing thin ice — Jack Barry
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Somehow, this time of year gets to me just like this one of Jim Kacian’s:
dreaming
in the sleeping bag
of butterflies
Wonder if it’s the cold that seeps into the bones… Thanks for this one. I didn’t see how it was connected with winter…till this cold snap arrived. I realize that there is the connection with the famous man dreaming he’s a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he’s a man…but this cold this day…makes it difficult to wake up from the dream…
Still fluttering around… Happy New Year every one. And I hope the New Year brings Allan many opportunities to share the
insights he possesses.
Bravo Maestro Burns!
You have conducted your orchestra of poets and haiku with care and skill. Great selection, arranging, and writing. The result is an asset that should be archived and referenced in perpetuity. – Paul
with deepest appreciation, Allan,
here’s to a New Year–
Cheers!
A nice end to a wonderful series. I’ll echo everyone else’s gratitude for the effort to put it together, and the great results. I especially like Martin Shea’s ‘long night…’ Very eerie!
the series has been good since day one. Nice work Allan!
Gratitude, Mr. Burns, for the light you have cast beneath our boats.
Allan,
Just adding a little more wind to that sail. I’m impressed by and very grateful for what you have created with “Montage.” I will buy the book the moment there is one!
John
Yes, “the long night” brings back many memories of NYC during this time of year…the store fronts…the mannequins in the windows and those glancing a them…parallel universes…instances that only poetry can hold.
There’s also that “black pond” that startled me in an echo of Mary Oliver’s “Herons in Winter in the Frozen Marsh”.
And the sense of sudden realized loss in Jim Kacian’s
“silent dawn”… (We’ll all feel that when Montage closes.) But it’s also part of the total breaking of winter…
And Jack Barry’s haiku: “passing headlights” leads me to think about this one as I sense things that are not easily understood or expressed.
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