A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

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Night Sounds

Ghost sounds in the house –
Scratchings, squeakings, scamperings –
Mice between the walls.


Morning Sun

Cold winter morning
The sunny side of the roof
Tiled with pigeons.


Frosty autumn night
The sound of chirping crickets
Creeps into the hearth.

Evening Guests

Autumn’s early dusk
Shadows standing on the porch
Wait to be let in.


A sign on the door
Behind security bars:
“Welcome to our home.”