Haiku of the Day ~ In the predawn hour

 
In the predawn hour
    the cat nudges me awake,
        a bitter cold morn. 
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Memories of her

      
Memories of her,
        on a cold late autumn day,
    arrive unbidden. 
   
     

Tanka of the Day ~

    
Heat radiating 
    off the faded black highway,
        petal to the floor,
    flying across the desert
        on the Fourth of July . . . 
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Birds singing softly

     
Birds singing softly
        in the still of the morning;
    sunlight on the peaks. 
    

Haiku of the Day ~ I awaken to:

    
I awaken to:
    the sound of running water,
        the brushing of hair. 
   

Tanka of the Day ~ Dozing in my chair

    
Dozing in my chair
        sunlight peeking through the leaves
    dreaming of summer.
        A squirrel jumps down from the tree;
            the dog barks at its antics. 
    

Haiku of the Day ~ White petals stained pink

    
White petals stained pink
    Falling,
        Drifting,
             Descending...
                Once more spring arrives.
    

Haiku of the day ~ The candle

    
The candle
    to dispel the night
        gives its life. 
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Bitter cold morning;

   
Bitter cold morning;
    Smudge pots blackening the sky
        of my father's youth.
     

Haiku of the Day ~ In the afternoon;

   
In the afternoon;
    winter in California;
        Margarita time!
   
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Atop the old pine

    
Atop the old pine
    Turkey Vultures sun themselves
        in the morning sun.  
    
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Overhead I hear

     
Overhead I hear
        the drone of helicopters;
    the hills are burning!