Category Archives: haiku

In early dimness,
a quiet, unmoving sky
chills, waiting for dusk.
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Waiting in the cold,
trying not to let my mind
rush when all is calm.

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Winter-whitened sun
makes a cold, pretty morning–
gentle, short-lived light.

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Bitter, windy, dark,
clattering cold strikes the rain,
sharp, overwhelming.

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The sky is no clock.

My body wants to obey

its demand for sleep.

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The dark comes sooner.

Night will creep even further.

I wane with the day.

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Still light at waking

but pale; sun’s cheek tilts away;

we don’t face ourselves.

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Half-naked branches,

black, with yellow flags waving

gentle in the wind.

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Brisk air on my arms.

Colder days come, and the dark,

but this day: fresh, calm.

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