In optimism
we cross the starting line of
the rest of our lives.
New Year’s Day
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Rose Parade
Flower covered floats
in a warm SoCal city
I’ll never visit.
Fiscal cliff
Cost to average
household: Five thousand. Voting
the bums out: Priceless.
New Year’s Eve: ball drop
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
New Year’s Eve: things left undone
Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.
You love me
Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.
Visitors to a dead blog
WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.
Last day of the year
Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
College acceptance letters
Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .
First time visitor
Food goes bad, beer flat.
But words on a blog are fresh
to new readers’ eyes.
a haiku a day 