Haiku

I am in the habit of writing haiku on bar napkins.

Here is a sampling.

 

 

     tea leaves—

I turn the cup this way

     that way

 

     zen garden—

gravel

     in my sneakers

 

modern haiku

 

 

 

     winter afternoon—

warming my hands

     with my hands

 

frogpond

 

 

 

    quiet morning—

a songbird 

    left by the cat

 

    cough drop

in my coat pocket—

    last winter’s cold

 

    summer evening

in the crowded park

    human chess

 

bottle rockets