A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for silver

12th Street

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


Pale green jewelweed
Silverplated by the dew
Early May morning.


A vast silver pearl
Accented with diamond stars
Moon at apogee.

Cold Night

Pallid winter moon
Rises from the snowy hills
Silver shadows fall.


Cold autumn morning
An eyelash of silver moon
Blinking back the day.


Furtive autumn breeze
Picks the milkweed’s bulging purse
Scattering silver.