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