one poem every day

the haiku man

Month: September, 2015

start with bread pudding/

then, a cup of hot coffee/

finally, a nap


my desk eats pencils/

my work bag and the kids too/

full of wood and lead

bright autumn sunshine/

unblemished blue autumn sky/

Northwest fall explodes

in the early fall/

with dinner in the crock pot/

I sip my coffee

we long for meaning/

and set our sights far too low/

you are a wonder

these shortening days/

5:30 a.m. and dark/

a faint horizon

Pope speaks to Congress/

both sides clap with red faces/

preparing to point

cold linoleum/

not a cloud in the fall sky/

the furnace kicks in

last day of summer/

cold fog and a northern wind/

breath in morning air

two days until fall/

windblown clouds sail through the air/

multi-colored trees