Saturday, January 20, 2007

3 winter haiku

I mistook a cold
fanbelt, chirping down main street
for a canyon wren

hoarfrost, each morning
twenty-four below zero
encrusts my doorknob

this is when they crack
last year's water balloon lips
and fall off the tap

5 comments:

ZLB said...

nice. I'd like to see your hand at yeti haikus. there is a big market in that.

The Mediocre Gatsby said...

Nice haiku! I agree with zlb...

eped said...

all the troubles with
aboniable snowmen
but they're still worth it

how's that? now you guys do some
:)

ZLB said...

their faceless words
stare silently
on the dim flickering screen

yeti's for life!!!!

eped said...

-wait, I misspelled abominable. how about...

the tall, fowl musk scent
of hairtufts snagged in pinebark
brings on pee-shivers