A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for rain


Fallen plum blossoms
Translucent on wet pavement
The day after rain.


12th Street

An old trolley track
Slices the street with silver
Sunlight after rain.


Gentle April rain
A lady beetle shelters
Between rose petals.

Gathering Storm

Distant thunder snarls
Lightning stabs the horizon
Now – the plunging rain.


Droplets slide down stems
Plash and splash from twig to twig
Leaflets juggle rain.

For J.

Cold Morning IV

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

In Like a Lion

Dark, windy March day
Bouquets of bright umbrellas
Blossom on sidewalks.