Friday Haiku

Corners not yet seen
Work. Winter. Persists. Baseball . . .
Propels me forward

Friday Haiku

Chilled and damp, the leaves
drift down toward fall's end--shiver
What will winter bring

Friday Haiku for a Monday Night

The house sighs. Empty. Quiet.

Anticipation . . .

Boys yearn. Sun, waves--the lake calls.

Friday Haiku

Grandparents arrive

Jubilant children—cloudburst

A spring holiday

Friday Haiku

First smell of cut grass
Boys--yelling, running—baseball
It is his turn now

Friday Haiku

Unexpected package

Japanese death poems - small things,

Friends renew like Spring

Friday Haiku

Ever unending winter

Chilled bones and aspirations;

Dirt and dogwood dreams

Friday Haiku

Winter weekend comes

Luxurious anticipation . . .

Friday, coffee, bliss