Burning question:
will I manage to put down
my iPhone today?

Light late-night snowfall;
glittering roads with magic tracks;
outdoor cats upset.

My goal for the week:
get the new electronics
fully functioning.

Fat, sweet blueberries;
buttery, flaky pastry:
The goddess of pies.

Howling wind and brain
have me awake and dreaming
of my soft, warm bed.

Lists in abundance;
I'll be cooking 'til midnight.
Season's Greetings, y'all!

Kitchen is a no-go zone;
Five people cooking.
Soon, latkes for all.

Today, I may or
may not have bought six kinds of
cheese at Trader Joe's.

First snow of the year:
Fayette County makes the choice
not to treat roads. Smart.

Watching the Weather
Channel makes me happy we
don't live further north.

At the bottom of
the bag, a solitary
prune lurks uneaten.

Finally, the grades
are in. My four point zero
GPA lives on.

Today I will knit
until my fingers are sore.
Then, I'll knit some more.

I can not be held
responsible for tickling-
induced injuries.

I don't know what is
being made by Giada,
but I want it now.

December 13th:
National Yorkshire Pudding Day.
Guess what's for dinner?

Exam in three hours.
Now is an appropriate
time for studying.

Laptop on lap means
only one thing: instead the cat
must sleep on my chest.

Monday began well,
with a delivery of
British chocolate!

Starting the day with
The Nightmare Before Christmas.
This IS Halloween.

Hot, throbbing tootsies;
aching back and tired limbs:
five hours at the mall.

All Twitter requests
from "SexiAngelBaby"
should be denied.

Triple A Rachel
started the truck in the rain.
Our day is saved.

Saying "no" to five
pounds of gummi bears has made
mum unpopular.

Plunging the toilet
is not the way I wanted
to start my Sunday.

The morning after
the night before is helped
by leftover pie

Bring on the turkey,
the stuffing, and pumpkin pie!
Food bliss imminent!

I think I love you,
with your slick, simple features.
Please be mine, Prezi?

I had plans to write
a burnt-toast haiku, but it's
already been done.

All my sentences
have too many syllables
to make good haiku.

A hamburger is
only okay if you did
not order chicken.

We're teaching our girl
how to drive; it's time. Lesson
number one: USE KEYS!

Wednesday's lesson:
Never leave woollen hand-knits
where cats might vomit.

Dear Eldest Daughter,
Your lost umbrella is not
my problem. Sorry.

To my dear daughters,
it takes more than ten hours to
wash a week's clothes. Fact.

November harvest;
abundant late tomatoes.
Unbelievable.

Three cats, one blanket.
Three cats, and only one lap.
Three cats going cheap.

A queue nineteen deep
Busiest Starbucks in town
No chai for me now

Halloween goodies:
half-price clearance at Target.
My day is complete.

I took the buds off
your peonies when I was
nine years old. Sorry.

Catherine's new law:
thigh-length coverage needed;
leggings are NOT pants.

Fat festive penguins
decorate green pyjamas:
8am school run.

Fossilized leaf
immortally captured
in concrete prison.

Hit on in Starbucks---
apparently I'm glowing.
Radioactive?

While I slept, she rose
from our bed to write poems
for another girl.

Echoing droplet;
tiled floor bouncing drip-sound.
Yet another leak.

Shining steel kettle
sings loudly from the hot hob.
Hush! I'm on my way!

It had to happen.
I'm very predictable.
Burnt the bloody toast.

First frost of autumn,
Keats' mists descend to the ground.
My mood is mellow.

Broken internet,
exam, dentist appointment:
Typical Monday.

Quiet study room:
Opening zips and chair scrapes
were never so loud.

Pretend it's morning,
and that these words are fresh and new.
Let's re-do the day.

Confused flowers;
late summer blooms bursting forth:
Sweet peas meant for June.

Blood pressure rising;
Romney is out of control.
Baz: the way to go!

Yikes! Look at the time!
Morning ticks swiftly away--
get that wiggle on!

It's been ordered;
delivery imminent:
where is my new yarn?

Woken up at one,
sounds: repeating, annoying.
Cricket in garage.

Tomorrow's forecast:
Welcome rain, sixty degrees.
New umbrella time!

Kentucky graced:
full Harvest moon overhead.
Bask in her glory.

The search is now on,
credible sources elude:
frustration abounds

Few things on this earth
could be more welcome than this:
Hot tea, crunchy toast.

Tumescent, scarlet,
throbbing with angry power.
My big toe is sore.

Half-awake mistakes:
Lemon juice in my coffee.
I don't drink coffee!

Red light? That means STOP,
even for Lexus' drivers.
I'm fond of my limbs.

Sleep interrupted;
Bright lights and raised voices.
Man led out in cuffs.

"Straighlaced" screening:
tears for Josh, Jesse, Hannah;
losses deeply felt.

When I went to bed
my head was full of good words.
This morning? Nothing.

Talk like a pirate?
Thar't a scurvy knave no doubt;
I, a feisty wench

Approaching rumbles.
Tremors shake all in their path.
Empty stomach--eat!

Reluctant shuffle,
slow-stepped entry to the day.
Cold season is here.

Image by welivefast

Double-boxed gift--
white paper, love-red ribbon...
strand of fire and ice.

Image by me

I have word envy--
I'm really no Shelley,
though I try daily

Image from Wikipedia

Missed yesterday--
life got in the way of words,
and today I'm late.

Image by eliazar

Daybreak nudges with
vine snuggles and captive limbs,
arms too safe to leave.

Photo by me

Connie Chatterley:
would she recognise the date?
The birth of genius.

Image via Google

Crescent moon morning;
palette of star-studded sky.
Head full of cliche.

Image by Iragerich

Bacon crispiness,
apple crunch and cheddar tang.
Brunch, then food coma.

Image from bettycrocker.com

Saturday rained
with shook leaves and glass patters.
Monday: sun returns.

Photograph by Claudio.Ar

One of *those* mornings:
hand basket to hell in flight.
H.A.L.T? Yes--that simple.

Below seventy.
Breezy air, overcast sky.
Thank you, Lexington.

Michelle Obama
Her haiku, should she write them,
would have a Fierce beat.

Skin-swaddling morning;
pores suffocated with dew.
No crisp autumn here.

"Bless your heart", they cry,
those shocked Southern ladies.
White-clad deviant.

What to have to eat?
Oh, menu, why must you tempt?
I'll take one of each!

Time to celebrate
International Bacon.
Breakfast of winners

Spindly legs twanging
Lacy wings flapping in ire.
Tea towel justice.

Waft of floral bliss;
jasmine scent on morning breeze.
Teenager passing.

Brown package waiting;
thick, padded, with foreign stamps.
Early birthday treats.

Blue chlorine shimmer;
undisturbed meniscus.
Breaststroke over dawn.

My haiku is bad;
I don’t follow all the rules.
Ask me if I care.

Feline trinity
working upon sunshine wash.
Open door morning.

Product of nature
Harmonious paper and ink.
To-do list of doom.

Sunshine came softly,
with it came the strangest sounds.
Bin men, quiet please!

Even female teens
eat food in massive amounts.
Fridge: empty, again.