Dismissing this day - 
Too many pieces of me
chiseled and borrowed. 

Rusted staples crowd
the worn telephone pole - Old
lost cats and yard sales. 

Cold April Series

Cold April - 
I wake to the whisper
of radiators. 

Cold April -
His jacket hanging
on its hook. 

Cold April - 
My winter jacket
left in the car. 

Cold April - 
The buds decline
our company. 

Cold April - 
My landlord blames the dogs
for the brown grass. 

Counting syllables
on my fingers - my hand in
my jacket pocket. 

Gazing past the bay -
I pretend the clouds are hills
on the horizon. 

I took this picture at Caumsett State Park here on Long Island. Here are some haiku based on the picture. I think writing about a photo is a great haiku exercise. Please feel free to write a haiku (or any kind of poem) of your own and post it in the comment field. 

Running off the path - 
She pretends she doesn't hear
me calling her back.

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Running off the path - 
I call my daughter by my
sister's name. 

Some Haiku About the Forsythias

Tangled barren trees.
Blazing beyond this stillness - 
The forsythias.

Tangled barren trees. 
Soft yellow clouds float beyond - 
The forsythias.

The forsythias -
smalls suns
on a gray day. 

The forsythia
at dusk. My dog lays beneath
its burning branches. 

Doctor's waiting room -
gray clouds outside the window
and fluorescent lights. 

Slowly surfacing
from night's narcosis - 
The choice we've made. 

Roosevelt's statue

leading the cherry blossoms - 

Cold April rain. 

This is a picture of my town's statue of Teddy Roosevelt. I live in Oyster Bay which is where Teddy Roosevelt lived as well. I couldn't get a picture of the statue when I wrote this haiku in the car on rainy day, but this was taken the day after when the skies were clear. 

Young cherry blossoms
hang in the mist - their petals
startle the grayness. 

Losing dimension
in a pool of pollen - the
forgotten flowers.

My father's tattoos - 
Naked ladies and dragons.
His long sleeves rolled up. 

His boots left outside - 
Caged in old leaves
from autumn. 

the flowers you sent

already

fading

My old stuffed dog toy
in my daughter's playroom - She
gives him a new name. 

A pile of papers
from my daughter's school - 
A coffee coaster.