Cold rain heralded
her return. Killing frost trails
her, biding his time.
Autumn entourage
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Simple things
Contentment is the
sound of a dog on a couch,
snoring with gusto
Tomorrow
Opportunity
is knocking. Finally, I
will open the door.
Wabi-sabi
To possess few things,
humble in beauty and worth.
Such simplicity.
Essential
The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Haiku journal
Nit-picking each and
every syllable my mind
focused on detail.
Midnight
Home from the party
they’re luminous like fireflies
settling down to sleep.
The director at 17
Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.
Can’t sleep 2
Switching to vampire
office hours. In bed past noon.
I write without light.
Can’t sleep
Is it the green tea
or the excitement of new
possibilities?
a haiku a day 