A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Summer


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



Bright wings hovering
Early-rising hummingbird
Or late-night sphinx moth?

Double Helix II

Spiral squash tendrils
Entwined with morning glories
Which vine climbs which vine?

Drill Team

The last cicadas
Shrill their dry trill through treetops
Rattled by the breeze.


Summer, like a bride,
Flings a bouquet as she goes
Flowers fill the fields.

Rain Delay

A sudden downpour
An abandoned croquet game
Sprawls across the lawn.


Tiger swallowtail
Flapping through the dappled shade
Chasing summer’s end.