Haiku poets show love for St. Croix and exasperation at snowy spring

Partiers at an ArtReach St. Croix fundraiser wrote short poems inspired by the river and the seasons.




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Haiku — the short poem of Japanese origin — typically include a seasonal reference. Participants in the St. Croix River Haiku Challenge at the ArtReach St. Croix English Majors Ball on Saturday night took that concept to heart.

Asking people to wax poetic about the weather during one of the snowiest April’s in history had  predictable results: about half the poems vented the writers’ frustration at a winter that just won’t quit.

There were also little love poems written back-and-forth by one couple, ruminations on birds and water, memories of warmer seasons on the river, allusions to the region’s history, and more.

Read the poems below and leave your own in the comments! Thank you to everyone who attended the fundraiser for ArtReach’s literary arts programming and for having fun with haiku.

A few folks also shared poems via the St. Croix River Facebook page:

Wild river rapids, flashing paddles, sparkling dreams, currently on words! – Joe Rising

December water now flowing
Past the damn
Stops All
– Don Frantz

winter confiscates pure white blanket covering warm brings water streams – Cindy Nemitz

Snow falls ice melts wet, water flows birthing river, enduring wonder – Randall Berg


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