I yell at my kids
9 months a year. Together
we shout: Summer’s here!
Tag Archives: haiku
Day 40, etc.
Day 25
Hurry! Eat– Hurry!
Dress– Hurry! Brush– Hurry! Shoes–
Morning has broken.
…
Day 34
Woman plodding through.
Girl-child grasps her hand, every
where skipping she goes.
…
Day 39
Twelve shut in a room,
some men, none angry. Futures
decided smoke-free.
…
Day 40
Because I gave her
time. She led me on, taking
care of everything.
Day 11 (Day 10)
The fragrant pear, blushed
as my daughter’s cheek, picked
half the world away.
Day 10
Some revolution
comes in a cup with lemon,
knots untied with friends.
Day 8
What have you to say
today? Another friend tells,
cuts her hair before.
Day 7 (Day 5)
Day 7
insufficiency
met in notes, gathered voices.
Dwell in this house awhile.
Day 5
Late, the house inhales.
Shade-pulls rock, bills unnest
thunder comes tonight.
Day 6
Words, words, words, words, words,
words, words, words, words, words, words, words,
words, words, words, words, birds
Day 4
Twelve winter tulips
for tending, growing, asking.
Thanks to blossom back.
Day 3
Precious few years these
children sleep at home; blessed
symphony of breath.
Day 2
Diminishing light
wrenches clank, bind; scaffolds rise.
No view, but no bars.
The 100 Days Project
Not sure if I can do it, but in honor of the good of making, here goes. Inspired by The 100 Days Project, I’ll spend the next 100 days writing a daily haiku focused on image and thankfulness. Can’t promise I’ll post all of them here, but I’ll try to do so regularly.
Will you join me? 100 days of something?
Visit the 100 Days Project site for suggestions and inspiration. And, those of you who are former students: This is kind of an assignment. (Here’s to you, Deborah Keenan.)
Day 1:
The same license plates.
Grey day, grey road, grey life, done.
Decide to see light.
April Vinding 