not even lost
somewhere in space and time
— except for me —
no more haiku written
through November’s end
.
Monthly Archives: November 2023
gusty autumn winds
Revised a bit from the original in the Haiku Book for Mom:
gusty autumn winds —
empty soda cans
scattered
across
the
lawn
.
the faintest light
Two versions below; the first from A Haiku Book for Mom, the second revised now:
the faintest light —
fog stands silently
permeates
the morning air
v2
the faintest light —
fog stands silently
filling
the morning air
.
the artists’s brush
This post is new!
the artists’s brush —
maple trees paint fall landscapes
oranges, reds, browns and gpld
.
black asphalt road
from A Haiku Book for Mom:
black asphalt road
late-for-work cars rush by
tires spinning on air
.
waiting for rain
From A Haiku Book for Mom:
waiting for rain
parched wheat fields
rustle in the wind
singig scratchy
off-key songs
.
bounding up trees
This is from A Haiku Book for Mom:
bounding up trees
squirrels defy gravity
flying through the air
.
a man and his dog
Today’s haiku, the first version from A Haiku Book for Mom and the second a one-word revision I just did today:
a man and his dog
feet crunching
on graveled streets
sniff
for oncoming rain
v2:
a man and his dog
feet crunching graveled streets
sniff for oncoming rain
.
under the umbrella
.
under the umbrella
windswept raindrops
tickle my nose
.
autumn sunset skies
.
autumn sunset skies
streaked with soft colors
breathing
dusky rose
.
peacocks can fly!
Two versions of today’s haiku:
peacocks can fly!
vibrant reds
blues
greens —
shimmering colors
fill the sky
V2, as entered in my Haiku Book for Mom:
peacocks can fly!
vibrant reds
blues
greens
shimmering colors
in the sky
.
summer lightning storm
.
summer lightning storm —
raindrops evaporate
kissing hot cement
.
juicy sweetness
.
juicy sweetness
piled on the grocer’s shelf —
bright orange tangerines
.
hundred eight degrees
.
hundred eight degrees
cars rush by
like fire ants
angry in the heat
.
as the sun fades
.
Two versions of the same haiku to offer — the first updated to the “proper” season at least where I live and the second the original version out of the Haiku Book for Mom:
as the sun fades
on this cool autumn eve
crickets tune their strings
and, v1 from Mom’s Haiku Book:
as the sun falters
this dry summer eve
crickets tune their strings
.
bounding
.
bounding
into the sun
puppies shake off
the last edges
of shade
.
sunflower seeds!
.
sunflower seeds!
golden sunlight
sprinkled
through deep green
salad
leaves
This is a slight change when I posted it from the original in A Haiku Book for Mom. I changed the last word which everyone liked better:
sunflower seeds!
golden sunlight
sprinkled
through deep green
salad
greens
.
floating all alone
From A Haiku Book for Mom 2015 posted at WE:
floating all alone
in the deep blue sky
baby clouds
have lost their mo.
alceon ku 