The concept is simple: HM doodles; you write a poem to accompany it. Links to all the doodles throughout the month and the opening post can be found here.
Doodle is by HM Yuan; please do not post the doodles on other blogs.
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Yay Words! 
sorrow. . .
a silent consolation
in fresh snow
falling on old wounds fresh snow
snow flurries
this sadness
within
[…] the He Doodles, You ‘Ku, on Aubrie Cox’s Yay Words […]
memorial
the warmth of her poems
in stone
first snowfall-
the fire of memories
sparks off
a young couple
with a kitten in the snow
fascination
I like the playfulness here!
aloha and thank you Peg. exactly. that play would keep me sitting in a t-shirt through snowfall – fascinated. and fun. aloha
falling stars –
only an owl knows
what to say
beautiful!
sorrow –
clumps of snow
falling
melting
relieving
the hail in my heart-
my friend
sipping mate
the taste of sweetness
still lingers
seamless sky …
petals fall in the tinkling
of chimes
Note: This has now been recently published in the Winter Issue of Simply Haiku Vol. 10., No. 2.
[…] Written for He Doodles You Ku – 16 […]
Coats inside,
hearts on sleeves —
time as slow as the snow.
snow
falling
you
catch
me
again
nice
Thanks, Terri!
or perhaps…
snow
falling
again
you
catch
me
turning on
the musical ornament
she gave me
snow starts to fall
along with my tears
*for my close friend, Peggy, who just passed away yesterday.
Lovely, Chrissi. So sorry to hear for your loss.
Thanks, Aubrie.
So sorry for your loss, Chrissi.
cheer up
young friend
old wounds heal
when fresh snow falls
Oops!!!! Don’t know what this one is! it doesn’t fit any format…… But this is what it feels like to me… 🙂
It doesn’t have to! They can be just short poems, as well. 🙂
🙂
snowfall
or starry night
as long
as we have
each other
drizzly day
on speckled walk
we falter
as if time saved
extends to eternity
wintry rain
on frozen sprouts
his arm
around her sadness…
somewhere
a Morning Glory blooms
winter stillness
our slow accumulation
of loss
snowflakes . . .
our secrets fill the cracks
between us