A spotty month and also I’m not gonna share all of them.
2/1
Nothing I made for
dinner tasted good. So I
had wafer cookies.
2/2
The Turnpike unspools
in a rush of grey while bare
trees fringe pewter skies.
2/3
Another World War
Two movie as if nothing
else ever happened.
2/4
Have you ever used
a vacuum with a headlight?
Sweetly life-changing!
2/5
The experts talk of
threading the needle. Fight back
but don’t start a war.
2/6
First a rogue Lego
then a fast fleeing rabbit,
cold rouging my cheeks.
2/7
Boy with two backpacks
sits where no one ever sits
and listens to phone.
2/8
Order versus mess:
pressing scraps while Justices
tee up their questions.
2/9
I’m 67.
It’s sunny. The blue jays squawk.
Ice cream cake later.
2/10
The last time I went
it called itself Paris of
the Eighties. Worcester.
2/11
Neighbors doing spring
clean up because it’s warm, no
snow, but it’s not spring.
2/12
Shadows get a bad
rap. Some are delicate like
lace and seem friendly.
2/14
The pattern looks like
light on a pond amid pines.
I love to stitch it.
2/15
She walks slowly, breathes
a raspy breath. “What a week
you’ve had,” she tells him.
2/16
The beeps and shuffle
tell me she’s withdrawing cash.
Fani Willis, right?
2/17
Delicate snowflakes
falling through winter sunlight
like floating diamonds.
2/20
Moonlight lays rhomboids
of light on the floor. I can’t
watch the news tonight.
2/22
Tonight it’s pancakes
for dinner. That it’s still light
means that March is close.
2/25
Orange, fire, blue
flash under eyelids riding
south at three pm.
2/26
The glowing moon dot
played hide and seek. Trees and hills
foiling my phone lens.
2/28
Red, yellow, and striped
A parade of umbrellas
A rainy school day.
2/29
The wind barrels, fierce
and cold along the T tracks.
Chasing a train east?
“pewter skies”…”floating diamonds”…nice.
I really like the cloth above the 14th. The colors so soothing, easy.
With every news break, I think of you
Before I go to hide
Soothing colors are nice, aren’t they?
I had to laugh at “a spotty month” over a spotty moon … that said, this is such a delightful collection of haiku … wafer cookies and pancakes, threading a needle and pressing scraps, lacy shadows and floating diamonds, the wind riding the rails as a glowing moon dot floats through the trees …
Your comment reads like a poem. I hadn’t noticed the “spotty” with the polka dots!
A not so correct haiku!
March 1st is cold, no green growing plants in ground
Still, green comes from the gift of an Aerogarden
Blessing the day with the green of blooming heirloom lettuce,
Nourishing all of the senses….
Home grown lettuce in March. How nice! But even nicer, your visit here.
The dotty moon is great! This post was a rush of memories. Three favorites- Sometimes there were pancakes for dinner when Dad was cooking, Mom’s heavy vacuum had a headlight, and Janie and I meeting Faith Ringgold 30+ years ago at her exhibit in Tacoma…
And here I thought the headlight in my new vacuum as an innovation!