I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Four Haiku

Old bag of rice–
a moth
flies out

One cloud–
rain
in sunlight

First snow–
no snowmen,
only angels

Kansas heat–
sweat
on the keyboard

1 comment:

Eric Dutton said...

It doesn't matter how long you've been writing poetry; when you start trying to write haiku, you feel like a newbie.