Mrs. had only red
to wear, but ran
the broken shore,
disconsolate,
the village through,
the rooted icicles
as steady sentinels
& barricades, &
wreathes aglow
the failed ribbons
& tattered bows —
disparate Polaris,
how is this true —
Oh, where are you?
ayaladn 
A modern avantgarde- poem. I liked the line bout the failed ribbons. Had to look in a dictíonary. But hard to understand the poem anyway…
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It is Mrs Claus, all her plans have changed.
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AHA! NOW I´V WRITTEN A HAIKU IN ENGLISH. HOPE i GOT THE WORDS AND GRAMMAR CORRECT.
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Grammar you may play with, but, if I understand you correctly,
the last line would read ‘where yellow leaves grow’…
how you have written it is more puzzling.
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I wrote it online. I will change the mistake.
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I do not say mistake…it depends on your intended meaning
for the third line, if yellow is also ‘cat’, leafs may be
used as in ‘leafs’ (through a book, or thought, etc)…
and there is where both grows and grow are puzzling…
it is some other word entirely.
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north stars …. well, sometimes our guide is the ground.
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In my youth, the ground taught me humility, both in its wilderness
and — I don’t want to say tamed — as a gardener therein, that
friendship you come to cherish. Life everywhere, and never as demanding
as human society. True to its own law. It shall survive without us.
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