79. Worst Spring Ever

May twenty fourth: snow.
Dark skies, wet grass, a warm bed.
Don't want to get up.

78. Written During the Storm on Thursday

Rain crashes loudly
against glass. But snow taps its
silent percussion.

77. Like a Crocus

Spring parts, then peaks out
from the wintery drapes, and
is crushed under snow.

76. Sick of Winter

Fooled by the warm air,
I tried on my sandals, shorts.
My feet are freezing.

75. Just One Meeting Today

Eight hour meeting
showing demos, strategy.
More action items.

74. Three Haikus About Ice Fishing

Catch a cold, or fish?
Hard to tell when you're dangling
a hook through the ice.

No one understands
why a man sits on the ice
instead of his couch.

It better taste good
when the way to catch it is
fishing on the ice.

73. Now With Jesse in Paradise

Detectives, PI's,
and cowboys I've spent hours with...
gone from my bookshelf.


Inspiration here.

72. Sad Day for Tacos

Beans, cheese, tomatoes,
and something that tastes like meat.
All bow in sadness.

Inspiration here.