Category: Haiku

Tearing down the house
Big yellow excavator
Eating bite by bite

One house to the west
A new foundation in place
Waiting for the top

Gonna miss the house
Next door. Small quaint and frumpy
Great people in there

Turn the yellow face
Now white is messed up. Next time
Unpeel the stickers

Hearing Makossa
Smelling sand roasted peanuts
This is Yaoundé

When I skate outside
My eyes smile and my legs sing
A blade glides on ice

But once it warms up
The ice turns to gooey mush
Puddles of warm slush

A spruce Christmas tree
Throwing shimmering warm light
Guarding wrapped gifts

Below zero days
Turn the lake to glass, ready
For many skaters

Poinsettia sitting
By the window, watching the
Cold walkers cruise by

Weather report says
Mixed rain and snow. One snowflake
Gives reason to hope

Eating pineapple
Listening to gentle waves
Lapping at the shore

It’s below zero
The sun blinds in the blue sky
I must wear my toque

Sometimes I’m afraid
But I seldom know what of
I’m nervous Nellie

Light rain falling now
So cold, it might turn to snow
Bring on a blizzard

Dislocating shoulder
Painful when out, then tender
Wish it would stay in

Walking recharges
It’s good for your soul and lungs
and also the soles

Calm water at dawn
The canoe glides on the lake
A duck loudly quacks

Just before midnight
The swimmers arrive and undress
Cold water loud shouts

The long sandy beach
Pounded by waves. One person
contemplates the scene

Scorching midday heat
Nowhere to hide, except in
The green mountain lake

The sky is red orange
The train to the airport slows
The doors open wide

Boarding pass in hand
Walking to the gate with my pack
Ready to journey

Look through the window
See clouds and a silver wing
Thirty three thousand

One foot in front of
The other. All it takes to
Begin a journey

Cross country skiing
Along the trail, left right left
Bright blue skies overhead

Snow quietly falls
One bright light to watch it land
Everywhere else dark

Well below zero
Breathe appears as whispy fog
White frost on the trees

Temperatures plunge
Lakes turn to ice. Kids like to
Go skating on glass