A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for summer

Aubade II

Saturday morning
A chorus of lawnmowers
Suburban music.

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Blueberries

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

Aflow

Teeth of a cascade
Comb the mountain’s long dark hair
Rippling waterfall.

For R.W.

Memory

The old mockingbird
Still imitates his whistle –
How many summers?

Beach

Red-rimmed yellow eye
Seagull glaring at the sun
Daring it to blink.

Turning Leaves

Autumn polishes
Rubs off summer’s patina
Green yields to copper.