Category Archives: Haiku 2017

Smoking curlicues,
dancing citronella flame—
evening mosquitoes.

No doubt about it,
high-tech’s forecast proven true
with red sky at dawn.

Ubiquitous songs
spilling from the green of spring
ring hollow at dawn.

Jade heaven forgive
my sudden interruption
of breakfast at noon.

Stabbed in the mountains,
sun’s wet reflection marking
more than pots of gold.

Prodigal parents
away with rain, we become
heaven’s disruptions.