thin
as paper—the clouds at year's
end
• Nothing came to me last night, and I was
tempted to date this as January 1st. I'm
within a few paragraphs of finishing my novel,
perhaps tomorrow or Sunday. Then we'll
see what else I write this coming year.
A happy New Year and best wishes for 2021.
103: December 31st 2020 | bottlecap
sinking
under the weight of starlight—December's
sun
102: December 28th 2020 | bottlecap
too
crooked for a Christmas tree under the lop-sided
Milky Way
101: December 25th 2020 | bottlecap
mice
in and out of my old boots—almost
Christmas
100: December 21t 2020 | bottlecap
leaking
through the cracked pot—December's
moon
99: December 17th 2020 | bottlecap
unlike
the other pines: a branch here, a branch
there
98: Deember 14th 2020 | bottlecap
little
by little a winter's evening in the crow's
shadow
For this haiku, I also liked:
early
winter—the Milky Way in the crow's
eye
97: October 10th 2020 | bottlecap
early
winter—the tree begins where the shadow
ends
96: December 7th 2020 | bottlecap
all
day—just enough snow to make a crow
sneeze
95: December 2nd 2020 | bottlecap
365: December 31st 2019 | bottlecap