Backyard Haiku Week # 5

My goal is to write one haiku per day this year, starting on the day before the inauguration. It is meant to be both inspiration and distraction. We’ll see how long it lasts.

Gray skies, storms ahead.

Today’s weather and headlines,

Sadly, coincide

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Lying in the dark

I hear two cats cavorting

Through the rooms below

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The power’’s still out,

Winds shake the bones of this house,

We snuggle in bed

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Three nights in the dark

Grateful it’s temporary -

No heat… no WIFI!

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Wrapped in a blanket

I sit by the fire and think

Of the pioneers.

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Just for a minute

I stop taking for granted

My beautiful life.

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When the wind dies down

It's the fox’s howls we hear

Coming through the trees

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Think of the critters -

Lightening bugs and butterflies -

Lying here, asleep!

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Backyard Haiku Week #4

My goal is to write one haiku per day this year, starting on the day before the inauguration. It is meant to be both inspiration and distraction. We’ll see how long it lasts.

Everyone’s worried

About ice on the roads, but

I plan to stay home

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Seeing lots of green

on this dark and dreary day

Eagles on the mind

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A small patch of sun

Makes us forget for a time

The looming darkness

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At the garden’s edge

Golden rod glows a color

Worthy of its name

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There’s nothing quite like

The soundless sound of new snow

Falling in the night

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A Wyeth painting

Dropped into my yard today -

Pennsylvania hues.

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Trapped under the snow,

The stoic armadillo

Hopes I’ve brought my broom

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Backyard Haiku Week #3

My goal is to write one haiku per day this year, starting on the day before the inauguration. It is meant to be both inspiration and distraction. We’ll see how long it lasts.

February comes -

Rain knocking on the window

Whispering of spring.

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The fox’s bright coat

Brings color to my garden -

Early morning treat!

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Yesterday’s bird fest

Is over and the robins

Have gone somewhere else

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Where are the screech owls?

The new house waits patiently

To welcome them home.

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Am I just fiddling

While I watch my country burn?

Don’t know what to do.

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Sun turns wings to gold

As the flock descends to feed

Just before the rain

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The rain turns to ice

And suddenly the whole yard

Shimmers in the light

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