A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for winter

200th Post

Fall, winter, now spring
Leaves and snow and cherry blooms
Grace my syllables.


Cold Morning IV

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


A late-winter wind
Tries to shake the trees awake
The air smells like spring.

Rainy Day

Rainy winter day
Colorful bouquets spring up
In umbrella stands.

Fog II

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

Southern Exposure

On a long drive south
The earth sheds a coat of snow
Every hundred miles.


Warm rain’s percussion
Wind whistling through power lines
Season change’s song.