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!
   
    

Haiku of the Day ~ Morning dew below

    
Morning dew below
    saffron colored skies above
        the cat beside me. 
   
   

Haiku of the Day ~ Beside the window

     
Beside the window
    gold sunlight illuminates
        a napping Ragdoll.
    
    

Haiku of the Day ~ The cat listens to

    
The cat listens to
    the rhythmic sound of raindrops
        against the window. 
    
    

Haiku of the Day ~ After the dawn rain

          
After the dawn rain
    the livid clouds give way to 
        periwinkle skies.
         
         

Haiku of the Day ~ November morning

            
November morning, 
    palm trees bathed in leaden light,
        waiting on the rain.
         
            

Haiku of the Day ~ Three-thirty A.M.

    
Three-thirty A.M.
    the steady ostinato 
        of
              descending
                              rain. 
           
               

Haiku of the day ~ Fog hugs the valley,

   
Fog hugs the valley,
    bluegray clouds top the mountains; 
        San Gabriel blues. 
  
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Fog hugs the valley,
   bluegray clouds top the mountains.
        Dawn: cold and silent. 

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.)