12611.1 age

morning mirror face
south end of a north bound mule
cheated death again

12411.1 attack of the waybackmachine

daily should complete

walking in a haze of thoughts

fantasize unreal

 

sitting here having

had a cup of coffee

miraculous cup

 

 

breakfast again

the salmon on my bagel

just swam upstream

12311: cold day in heck

thirty two degrees
in an outdoor loo
suddenly my hands look old

porta potty image from the wonderful  wikicommons - wikicommons and the creator of this image in no way endorce the subject of this haiku

12111.1 Snow Buddha

sunflower seed offered --
Mara the squirrel tempts
the frozen Buddha

Photo by Priscilla Harlin-Lignori
http://on.fb.me/eDlDlA

12011.1

4 am darkness
swadles me with it's own light --
familiar non-sound sound

11911.2

patch of afternoon
sun warms the cookie crumbs I
left for the squirrels meal

11911.1

big-ass bank of clouds
moving across opea sea
suprises no one

11811.2: righty tighty

tightening the screws
on the door knob - compensates
for earth’s rotation 

 #aros #haiku

11811: righty tighty

tightening the screws
on the door knob - compensates
for earth’s rotation 

 #aros #haiku

11811.1 ice storm afternoon

this afternoon roof
and gutter crackle with ice
falling from the trees

11411.2

one wrong said word --
it is a termination
determination

11411.1

two weeks past it's prime
arriving at the scene of the crime
tangled in my grey matter
light strugles to meet the dawn

Bob Is Like This: 1111.1

slowly the morning

sun climbs up snowy branches

faster than I think

Bob Is Like This: 1111.1:

1911.5

trying to ignore
the leaf in morning wife's hair
emphatic gesture

1911 Special New Improved Two-for-the-price-of-one

the space between flakes make the snow.

watching the snow fly
outside the kitchen window
imagining bamboo

Cobblestones: 1411.5

forgot the picture - Cobblestones: 1411.5: "winter light playing with the branches make kaleidescope shadows on my hand"

Cobblestones: 1711

- Cobblestones: 1711: "creamy cheese grits with a volcanic lake of butter and hot sauce ready to erupt."

1711

creamy cheese grits with a volcanic lake of butter and hot sauce ready to erupt.

1411.5

winter light playing with the branches make kaleidescope shadows on my hand

1311

We of similar longitude enjoy the hot pink dawn

1211.5

In the garden of Three Treasures an abandoned bird's nest clings to bare branches.

1211

January second, a feeble winter sun pokes through the clouds

1111

I smell soap on my hands as I splash cold water on my face for the first time this year