think of the wee birds
now rolling on the wind like
feathered tumble weeds
13.
Sandy approaches
and I thrill with the comfort
of being housebound
12.
grocery store crazies
like squirrels hoarding their nuts
before the storm
11.
my eyes full of sleep
I lay back on my pillow
breathe in the weekend
10.
To make up for yesterday’s missing haiku, enjoy this one, by Kobayashi Issa. (Remember that when translated to English, the Japanese moras don’t translate to our syllables)
O snail
Climb Mount Fuji,
But slowly, slowly!
9.
may you scratch and peck
and be forever busy
chasing crunchy bugs
In memory of my beautiful hens, Jean, Dottie, and Nan, killed this day by raccoons.
8.
for the hundredth time
the teen boy shrugs, “I don’t know”
but I keep asking
7.
the condensed debates:
“only things I say are true”,
says each man in turn
6.
city girls in boots
each hoping you’ll notice hers
are slightly diff’rent
5.
we scramble up the
fall mountain for the pleasure
of lunch with a view
haikulunch 