My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 6-13-26

Searching Boston streets

for Scots and Frenchmen enraged

by Boston prices.  

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 6-6-26

Sun is beatting down

through barely leaved trees that shrug

like God's emojis.  

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 5-30-26

The wind's violent
vagrancy, banging windows,

demanding entrance.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 5-23-26

The rest of the year
takes place in single morning.

No turning back now.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 5-16-26

On road to bad news,
traffic parts along with clouds

to speed your way there.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 5-9-26

The sun's a depressed
worker, taking forever

to rise on weekend.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 5-2-26

 

Waking at lunchtime.
Time to see if tea's still good

in the afternoon.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 4-25-26

 

Fimbulwinter in

Spring is still Fimbulwinter.

Sun hangs uselessly. 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 4-18-26

 

Go look at the trees. 

Same f--king trees as before,

but a new day, right?

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 4-11-26

 

Looking up at sky

while putting off weekend chores.

Clouds, not judgements, pass.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 4-4-26

 

Bitter Saturday.

Fimbulwinter continues 

despite changed seasons.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 3-28--26

 

Bitter springtime wind

never touches d the unjust.

Innocent huddle..

Dam

Just realized I haven't written a Bluesky haiku in weeks. 

Nobody else noticed, but I finally did. 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 3-21--26

 

Skies hang overcast,

ready to cry once they know

what happens today.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 2-28-26

 

Step one: President!

Step two: Bombing a foreign country!

Step three: Pedophile! 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 2-21-26

 

Almost ran out of

things you could say about snow,
but now it's heavy!

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 2-14-26

 

Love is in the air!

Let that be a reminder
to keep on masking!

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 2-7-26

 

Afternoon surprise,

today's winter haiku blows

right into my face.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 1-31-26

 

January was

a house guest that wouldn't leave,

jackboot jammed in door.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 1-24-26

 

Good prayer for whiteness:

Please keep America trapped

under weight of snow.