A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Senryu


Heaps of driveway salt
Driven into gritty drifts
Deeper than the snow.



Gusty winter day
Unlatched storm doors slam open
Flailing in the wind.

Fashion Sense

Scornful teenager
Mock my furry winter hat;
You’re not cool…you’re cold!

Anniversary II

Like an amber trove…
Fragments of the past two years
Preserved in haiku.

On a Juxtaposition Seen through a Train Window

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

Labor Day

Summer’s last picnic
Children spitting melon seeds
At the school year’s face.


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