Haiku of the Day ~ In the predawn hour

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

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. 
    

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 ~ 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 ~ 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 ~ My eyes open to

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

Haiku of the Day ~ Black clouds, gray mountains,

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

Haiku of the Day ~ Over the mountains

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

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 ~ The overnight rain

         
The overnight rain
    lingers in the morning air
         ere the heat of day. 
      

Haiku of the Day ~ Over the mountains

      
Over the mountains
     white thunder clouds are forming. 
         (a hot afternoon)
     
  

Haiku of the Day ~ Raw cold morning air,

     
Raw cold morning air, 
    mountains and pale silver clouds
        ushered in the dawn. 
   

Haiku of the Day ~ In the afternoon

                   
In the afternoon
     metal ants with round black feet
             creep down the freeway.