
Silently through this suburb
Alone with winter
poetry, prose, and photography
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
My goal: to post at least one haiku a day.


clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light

the evening moving
sunlight crawling down the clouds
a long solstice night

this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace

early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice