A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for fruit


Bursting on the tongue
Juicy purple amethysts
A stem of black grapes.



Blue blooms on purple
The tangy taste of July
Drives back the March wind.

Pomegranate IV

Dark and syrup-sweet
Winter’s last pomegranate
Farewell till autumn.

Citrus II

The bus running late…
I could have bought an orange
From the produce stand.

Pomegranate III

One unripe white seed
In the pomegranate’s trove
Quartz among garnets.


Fragrant fingernails
Peeling the Christmas orange
From the stocking toe.


Pomegranate seeds
Loosened from translucent cells
Chime in a glass bowl.