What's your Haiku today?

Not just seasons change.
April is the kindest month:
reflection abounds.
 
Feeling weak, throat sore;
Can't write with a stupid cold.
Here it comes...a-choo!
 
Feeling weak, throat sore;
Can't write with a stupid cold.
Here it comes...a-choo!


Bless you

Kleenex-small-box.jpg
 
Getting up early
Waaaaaaaaay too early, in fact.... It's
not my cup of tea.

Though, apparently,
counting syllables can be
done at crack of dawn.
 
I finally found
out why my fingers blister
the iron's too hot.

It is sad when my
failures are recorded on
a child's chore chart.

little rectangles
woven beauties stored away
for cold, rainy days.
(scarves)

street lamp coronas
guiding lights blinking in and
out of existence

I often wonder
why all the sockets in my
house are upside down.
(no joke)
 
Back
Top