A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for morning

Aubade II

Saturday morning
A chorus of lawnmowers
Suburban music.



Pale green jewelweed
Silverplated by the dew
Early May morning.

Spring Morning

Watercolor sky
Awaits the painter’s last touch
Just before sunrise.


Red-winged blackbirds call
Trilling, thrilling “o-ka-lee”
Waking up the marsh.

Cold Morning IV

Cold day in late March
Snowflakes mingle with light rain
Indian winter.

My Least Favorite Day

One lost hour of sleep
Darkness where there should be dawn
Daylight savings time.

Thaw III

Morning has broken:
Broken the earth with green shoots
Broken ice with warmth.