A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Transportation


Whoops and beeps and whirrs
Mockingbirds sing car alarms
Over city streets.



A cold hand of wind
Shakes the plane to welcome me
Back home to the north.


Up into the air
Through a milky sea of clouds
Finally – blue sky.

Rush Hour

Standing on the bus
Won’t some gentleman offer
His briefcase’s seat?


Plaintive seagulls cry
Over inland parking lots
How far to the sea?

Misty Morning II

Single cormorant
Why do foghorns always sound
Lonely in the dawn?

First Day

Rainy gray morning
Brightened by yellow buses
School begins today.