In the early dawn
the day awaits, suspended
between sad and wake.

Do you know these things:
Who are you? Why are you here?
Can you even ask?

It's  still cold, really?
Getting tired of haiku
complaining of it.

The rain on the roof.
Another breakfast alone.
Another springtime.

Cold rainy morning.
At least it isn’t snowing!
Just keep saying that.

Transparent sunlight.
I don’t want to wear my gloves,
but my hands are cold.

The endless winter
More snow on the ground today
The rabbit left tracks

Tulips are sprouting
There’s still snow in the shadows
Chilly March morning

The power of words:
“On this day my son was born.”
My heart overflows

Backwards calendar
I used the night for reading
Then slept through the day

Standing at the sink
Solving the ills of the world
One dish at a time

I took a small break
To try to raise some money
To help save the world.

Scones in the oven
I watched the sky get lighter.
The first day of spring

A hair in my scone
At least the odds are good
It’s from my own head

I wake up each day
Looking around for someone
who is never here

Just a glass of wine
And another. (and another.)
What was I doing?

Music of the spheres.
How can you hear the world sing
With your headphones on?

Write and cook and walk
And shiver on the lakeshore
How I spent my day

I live by myself
If my shoes block the doorway
Nobody will trip

Standing by the stove
My watched pot needs to boil now
I have things to do

March in Chicago
Did you think it was springtime?
Well, don't look outside.

rain warm snow fog cold
The weather is like my life
Staggering toward spring

It's warm today but
how can I be sure it's spring?
No ice on the pond

Opening my eyes
Found that the sun was later
Saving the daylight

Too soon for breakfast
I take sips of hot coffee
The edge of the day

Bright yellow wellies.
It's how Chicago dresses
for a business lunch

How awake am I
Before I drink my coffee?
Burnt hand tells the tale.

Under all the snow
A garden waiting to sprout
Let me count the days

In a warm cocoon
The last sweet silence of sleep
Remembering dreams

Do not look outside
Don't think you'll like what you see
Ah. Morning coffee

More cold, still snowing
Is springtime one day closer?
Asking for a friend

One haiku a day
To lead winter to summer
The seasons in verse