Fall’s frosted fingers, Etch lace into the windows Of my tiny house.
Thanksgiving Gathered together So thankful for the bounty, Generously shared. Happy Thanksgiving!
November The composting leaves, The rich, damp earth and decay, Fade into Winter.
Waffles, golden brown, Pockets for maple syrup And melting butter.
Hallowe’en Black cats, pointed hats… Creepy creatures of the night, Oh my! What a fright! Halloween Tic tock, round the block, Masked faces and sticky fingers, Squeals… Read more “Haiku Sunday (156 & 157)”
…guest written by my daughter Escape city life. Grow, harvest, mine, fish and more- In Stardew Valley.
The twisting vines of Pumpkins, frost kissed ripe, Patches on The very last of green.
Bookplates and bindings, Aging paper bleeding ink, Ghosts of days gone by.
The meaning of life, Dear isn’t 42. It’s you, The dog, hearth, and home.
Petals peeling off Pistils. Their fall swan song. Returning to earth.
The last of summerFruit clinging to the thick vine.Red ripe for plucking.
Winding my way throughAutumn’s fiery palette,Frost nipping my heels.
Taking tea, ritualin repose. Washing awayMy mortal worries.
Sleep, sweet slumberingSleep, Hypnos please take me deep.Come sleep, rescue me.
Browser’s hijacked,My PC whacked, I hate those damnedComputer viruses.
Furry foxes fixatedOn finding food and friendly,fine, familial faces.
The sea and the sand, Separating sea creaturesFrom hostile man.
The carnival rides,Hawkers, tricks and food on sticks,On warm summer nights.
I walked along a Woodland path to clear my mindAnd salve my wounded heart.
Back Alley Bars Found back alley gems,Serving local handcrafted beersAnd seasonal fare.
Man Made of earth, fire, air,And water, creativelymade and given life.
Pippin Our teenie weenieWith tiny teeth and big ears,Brings us countless joy
Father’s Day Fathers and brothers,We celebrate their love andLegacy today. Boys grow to be men,Sharing and shaping our lives,For better or worse. I am so luckyTo have… Read more “Haiku Sunday (134-137)”
Mushrooms, Mushrooms, Mushrooms! Earthy, delicate,Sautéed in a white wine sauce,Heavenly fungi.
Cobra Chickens He did not speak theLanguage. The geese gave chase andHissed at him. He ran. When he caught his breath,He sighed, I do not like theMean… Read more “Haiku Sunday (132)”