speaking of haiku

Tonight, the chilled air,
The smell of snicker doodles,
Friday Almanac.

by the cold, bright sun

melting near the concrete steps

dirty brown snow grit.

in my cold, bleak yard

no sign of spring to be found

only more snow grit.

lost in cold, dim thoughts

the vernal promise not found

hopeless with snow grit.

by the cold, bright moon

near the concrete steps, freezing,

still winter, snow grit.

sand salt ice scrape slip

sliding november sunday

now sleep dark sleepnight

OVER-SCHEDULED LIFE,
NOISE TO SIGNAL RATIO
EXCEEDS! PLEASE! QUIET!

over-scheduled life...
noise to signal ratio
exceeds... please...... quiet.

each day gets better

each day more confident, sure

each day, but not now

she took my fur coat!

she got married, she eloped!

in my good fur coat!

with cruel decision

stuck, unable to let go

cannot move forward