My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 10-21-26

Our daily monsters,
Halloween mask over mask,
go undiscovered. 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 10-24-26

Write haiku before

the October morning frost

bites your fingers off.

 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 10-17-26

It has never stopped

being our Fimbulwinter,

just too hot to snow. 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 9-26-26

Quiet nor'easter's

one-sided competition 

with the dishwasher.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 9-19-26

Final barbecue,
weekend feeds us meal over

summer's last embers.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 9-12-26

Saturday is just

one more morning where the sun

screams "Get back to work!"

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 9-5-26

Abandoned beaches

take rain as summer towns turn

to hibernation. 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 8-22-26

Rain without a breeze.

All heat without the relief. 

F--k you, it's August. 

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 8-15-26

Hydrangea look like

whites washed with blue and red socks.

Let's give up today.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 8-1-26

The rest of your life

begins with your first step out

under hateful sun.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 7-25-26

Let's all raise a hand

if you're against fascism!

Now put both hands up.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 7-18-26

Get home and midnight,

wake up to scolding morning

(f--king leaf blower).

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 7-11-26

Like growing hydra

little hydrangea still sprout

vying for color.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 7-4-26

On the Fourth, we now

keep a look out for fire 

above and below.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 6-27-26

Morning breaking in,

birdsong repelled away by

arguing neighbors.

My Saturday Haiku for Bluesky, 6-20-26

Bad Appointments Lane,

minor inconveniences

magically absent.

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.