Ten Haiku

The dog’s still barking

after the sun has risen,

before the alarm.

Rain falls in summer

the car whispers, wet pavement,

and splashes the curb.

The morning is damp;

with no feeling of summer

we wait for the fall.

Summer skies are grey,

heavy with humidity,

uncomfortable day.

Sky of magenta

anticipates the call of

a cool autumn night.

The snow’s quietness

blanketed my pounding heart,

the sidewalk and street.

Cold air turns crisp, while

the last full moon of winter

lights a path to spring.

The thick falling snow

quiets everything it sees

even this old bus.

The sky’s turning gray

as my breakfast turns in me

anxious to return.

One more snow flake falls,

slow, before the stars appear

winter turns to night.

snow stopped by branches

waits for a wind or small hand

to keep on falling