A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Morning


The first rays of dawn
Set each grass blade glittering
Dewdrops en pavé.



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


Bitter cold morning
The rays of the rising sun
Bring light but no warmth.

The Kiss

Foggy autumn dawn
Clouds descending from the sky
To caress the earth.

Golden Dawn II

Botticelli light
Caresses the rowhouses
With a Tuscan glow.


The Tarot reader
Draws a card, and sips her tea –
Who will come today?

After Sei Shonagan

Cloudless, cold morning
Crows in threes and fours and twos
Crack the crystal sky.