Haiku 2017/178

a far silver stretch:
and there we have the ocean,
as far as I know

Haiku 2017/177

relentless sunshine:
is it tedious for trees
as for gloomy men

Haiku 2017/176

a pretty pink haze
poisonous oleanders
hedging the highways

Haiku 2017/175

The leaves are falling.
They are not a metaphor,
but actual leaves.

Haiku 2017/174

playing her cello
she sits at the train station
in and above us

Friday photo 2017/25

Boston drain, June 2017

Haiku 2017/173

imagined birdsong
filled the space between the clouds
and the dull office

Haiku 2017/172

lots of wine for sale
but who will sell me moonlight
and a spring evening

Haiku 2017/171

hiding from the heat
even industrious ants
stick to their dark holes

Haiku 2017/170

sudden silver flash:
light glancing off the water?
a fish darting by?