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

Haiku Observations from a Friend

You know you haven't posted in a while, when you receive text messages like this one:

The blog languishes
Colored leaves let loose and fly
Shadows lengthen nows

All true.

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

Ever unending winter

Chilled bones and aspirations;

Dirt and dogwood dreams