butwait.blogspot.com || At least one haiku I am comfortable sharing. Every day.
the sound of sirensbefore we smell the smoke —too-early dusk
trees standing aroundto watch me run the table —I line up the moon
laptop cooling fansputting in for overtime —Election Night
the way the sunlightfinds its way through the trees —November dawn
a good soaking rainand a story worth telling —I come home to you
black on blacksliding into the night sky —bats leaving their roost
enough moonlightto read a love note by —I write her one more
the sound of a phoneringing in an empty room —hope against hope
gone again —the shy moon sliding backbehind the clouds
