the first snowfall that stuck

dark clouded my soul
icy dullness set in deep
then the first snow fell

dandelion wine

the yellow fields swirl

in a glass in late fall

or early winter

twelve hour work day

almost setting sun

behind a pane of glass is

all i'll see today

unwelcome company on my (usually) solitary morning walk

an unfamiliar

morning humidity left

before the sun rose

i've no time for haiku

morning came early

and i woke up confused with

a crick in my neck

out of touch

bare feet on wood floor

index fingers massage keys

i put my head down

lazy saturday

at seven pm

i realized i forgot to

put on my glasses

three busses to riverdale

the 470

gathers more and more riders

till every seat's full

a little more sleep, a little more slumber, a little folding of the hands

so warm here in bed

so cold out there in the world

just a little more

without a car, my time is not my own

left the house half dressed

unshaven and unprepared

left behind some things

view of the first snow from a warm coffee shop

the reflections of

heavy snowflakes bounce upward

off the wet pavement

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field trip

the noise fades away
and i'm alone on the hill
away from it all

284

the sidewalk felt crowded

the leg of my pants
caught the broken edge of a
sidewalk flowerpot

283

there's all this stuff in the freezer that belongs to no one

the ice cream melted
softly into the crunchy
blueberry pie slice

282

don't look upward

if you look upward
there's a line on the mountain
where the snow starts/stops

281

fined if you do, fined if you don't

the neighbors lawn has
finally sprouted green grass
just in time to die

280

the end of frisbee golf

there's a plastic disk
sunk beneath water, near a
shore where thistles grow

279

like a vapor

i wiped my glasses
and the rain had already
evaporated

278

low clouds

clouds linger with us
hanging below the mountains
settling down on us

277

i love alphamint tea

alfalfa mint tea
for the second time this week
alfalfa mint tea

276

making my lunch

a bed of lettuce
and a slice of tomato,
some cheese and turkey

275

waiting for my bus home

i try to ignore
the falling drops in the sun
but the clouds roll in

274

watching tv on the couch

the cat kneads its paws
as it settles on my chest
and i abide it

273

i drink coffee so i can stay up and grade, but then i just want to go to bed

in the quiet night
the sound of pages turning
is almost calming

272

i went for a walk in the night, in the old neighborhood, in search of haiku

the sidewalk scraped my
bare feet and a pebble stuck
to the sole of one

271

public transportation

the bus doors opened
to a late autumn morning
a block from the school

270

broken valve

a sinking feeling,
the road felt suddenly harsh,
flat tire, had to walk

269

a classroom plant and a piece of blue bubblegum

does the plant like it
on the old radiator
by the slat windows?

268

some time to read

the cat scratches
at the front door in the morning
as i turn pages

267

i don't want to empty the dishwasher

pools of water rest
on the clean bowls and glasses
in the dishwasher

266

not the smell you expect in a sanctuary

i can smell remnants
of mowed lawn on my sandals
while sitting in church

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