A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for gray


Hidden in plain sight
A gray moth on gray tree bark
Waits for night to fall.


Fog II

Gray winter morning
Pine trees loom out of the mist
Beyond them – nothing.

Seagull II

Gray and white seagull
With wingtips dipped in black ink
Writing on the sky.


Winter trees reach up
Long fingers brush the gray clouds
Tickling the sky.

Gray Day

A patch of gray cloud
Trapped on the frosted pavement:
Dropped pigeon feather.