“Noon”
Can it still be called
midday when I’ve just risen?
That seems dishonest.
Steve D
Tag Archives: poem
Haiku Sunday – Shaft
“Shaft”
Burning eye through the leaves,
one last heated breath reaching
to stave off the night.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Independence
“Independence”
When the divergent
voices of the people can
all speak, we are free.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – House
“House”
Long months of pouring
over listings and offers–
Sometimes, it just fits.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Father’s Day
“Father’s Day”
Memories of watching
football on Sundays, before
I knew Johnny U.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Thunderstorm
“Thunderstorm”
Black clouds come — flash, boom!
All of your petty complaints
are drowned in her rage.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Specks
“Specks”
Bubbles dance and spin
on a black sea’s surface, like
tiny galaxies.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Family
“Family”
Cousins and friends meet,
mingling until they’ve melded,
an extended clan.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Forget
“Forget”
Life’s distractions make
wonderful excuses for
neglecting our work.
Yes, this haiku is literal. I neglected to schedule my Sunday haiku before leaving town for the weekend. But I’ll be damned if I miss my first Sunday post in almost two years while there’s still a shade of daylight 🙂
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Downpour
“Downpour”
A grey wall above
as rivers swell in gutters —
Bring an umbrella.
Steve D
