Air comes in flavors
now: pine, misty morning, stale
and barbecue haze.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Lawn crackles under
light tread. Lovely shade of brown
for this time of year.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Precious little gets
done as compatriots share
tales of long weekend.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Wagging tail plus a
stumbling gait minus old age
equals cutesy dog.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Recipe doesn’t
mention keeping fumes at bay
when using oven.

• • •

Read more haiku.

The challenge is to
keep going after you’ve been
going for some time.

• • •

Read more haiku.

What makes good burger
takes combination of fat,
seasoning, grilling.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Trout swim within bounds
of their plexiglas prison.
Which one is dinner?

• • •

Read more haiku.

Town sidewalks somewhat
empty without commotion
of student bustle.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Authors write the best
tributes, all tweedy in their
prosaic high praise.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Irresponsible
impulse buy, getting something
for more than nothing.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Anticipating
renewal lies the barren
beds of the back yard.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Coarse salt offends ground
pepper. Old oregano
has thyme on its side.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Clean-up commences.
Paper trail vanishes. Floor,
tables re-emerge.

• • •

Read more haiku.

Tension builds. Headache
throbs. Teeth clench. Body drags. Mouth
droops. Insides crumble.

• • •

Read more haiku.