Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ She walked out the door

    
She walked out the door
        at the turning of the leaves.
    (The night air turned cold.)
   
    

Friday, October 06, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ My eyes open to

     
My eyes open to 
   golden light on the palm trees
        and clear sapphire skies. 
   
     

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ Black clouds, gray mountains,

    
Black clouds, gray mountains,
    the smell of rain in the air,
        a white cat purring... 
    
    

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ Autumn days grow short

   
Autumn days grow short;
    I cross the river Uji,
        under a grey sky.
     
    

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Tanka of the Day ~ This old coat of mine

    
This old coat of mine
    smelling of stale cigarettes
        with its torn pocket
    a reminder of my youth
        and many forgotten sins. 
   

   
(July, 2015)

(Incomplete) Tank of the Day ~ Unable to sleep

    
Unable to sleep
    I listen throughout the night
        to the silent song
            of falling snow in my yard.
     
    With the soft dawn ... 

                             

(Sometime before 2010)

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ The squirrels in my head

     
The squirrels in my head;
         running and jumping around.
    "What was I doing?"
    
    
(December 2014) 


Monday, September 11, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ The silent voices

   
The silent voices
    and echoing memories
        of those who have left. 
   
   
(July, 2013)

Friday, September 08, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ Sakura

   
Sakura
    falling in the breeze,
        life goes on.
   
   
(April, 2013)

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ Over the mountains

    
Over the mountains
   white thunder clouds are forming:
        sultry siesta. 
    
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Listen to

    
Listen to 
    naught but emptiness
        and silence. 
   
   
(January, 2013) 
  

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Haiku of the Day ~ Smoke and morning clouds,

    
Smoke and morning clouds, 
     the smell of burning mesquite;
           the hills are ablaze.