A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

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Stille Nacht II

Street lights cast their glow
Through the deep winter twilight
Silent snow sifts by.



Pink steam billowing
From refinery smokestacks
Rosy dawn’s magic.


Flat silver river
Smooth as an unstruck nickel
Two gray geese descend.

On a Juxtaposition Seen through a Train Window

Where the spirits mix…
Steam from a Budweiser plant
Shades an old graveyard.


Silver mercury
Scrambles to ninety degrees
Summer’s last hot day.


First day back at work
The office heating system
Still on vacation.

After Buson III

White morning glory
The hedge clippers hesitate
For just a moment.