Snow begins to melt,
Rousing my dormant hobby:
Tapping the pavement
The sidewalks feel good
I’ve been away for too long
Spring is in my step!
Sidewalks are trenches
But snows have fallen, not men
The war is winter
Oh, pie of poultry!
the scalding of my mouth-roof
the means to an end
put on the headphones
replace a world of discord
with harmonic bliss
scents are as signals
shortbread, pine, and tangerines
Yule is in the air!
cobwebby porches
alight with jagged faces
this is Halloween
I carve through the rain
hood raised against the downpour
and light cracks the sky
the sun falls westward
darkness cools the summer air
sole meets with sidewalk
the haikus flow not
oh, how the muse eludes me!
how my blog stagnates!
from my slackened grip,
my tool descends and settles
softly in my pie
Haiku or Do Not. There is no Blog. 