Tanka of the Day ~ Sipping rye whiskey

    
Sipping rye whiskey
    at the end of day.
    I hear an angel;
        her voice floats over the din
        of random conversations. 
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Smoke and morning clouds,

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

Haiku of the Day ~ In the afternoon

    
In the afternoon
    with  the dying of the wind
        I embrace the heat. 
    

Haiku of the Day ~ I pass the time by

    
I pass the time by
        counting bugs on the windshield;
    such wanton carnage. 
   
    

Haiku of the Day ~ A hot eastern wind

     
A hot eastern wind;
          blue skies and sun baked mountains.
    (The summer solstice.)
          
        

Tanka of the Day ~ An old brown shoe-box

     
An old brown shoe-box
    in the back of the closet,
            full of memories
      forgotten and neglected
              with the turning of the world. 
     
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Such a small object

      
Such a small object
    to trigger old memories.
    (That June day was cold.)
   
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Watching the ice melt

    
Watching the ice melt
    diluting the Black Label.
(fading memories).
   
    

Tanka of the Day ~ At the coming night

         
At the coming night, 
    with the closing of the day,
        I lay down my head.
    (A billion stars in the sky
        lights a path to my repose.)
      
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Monday morning haze,

    
Monday morning haze,

Southern California June,

    prelude to summer.

   

Haiku of the Day ~ (A table for one.)

    
(A table for one.)
With a Scotch in front of me
    I feel less lonely,
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Outside my window

 
Outside my window
the music of falling rain
    (the first day of June).

On the first of June;
    the music of falling rain
        outside my window.

On the first of June
    I wake to the falling rain
        outside my window.