darkest night occurs
not when I’m farthest away
but when my tilt is
Category: haiku
2016.12.21: funnel
interchange at dawn
ramp backs up almost two miles
facing blinding sun
2016.12.20: deceptive
deer draped in twilight
grazing winter’s golden rays
looks warmer than feels
2016.12.19: expectant
days of gravid clouds
yields little of promised snow
hope for Christmas yet
2016.12.18: skeletal
weeks with little rain
taking toll on lake’s level
rocks protrude like bones
Longing For Water 