Haiku du jour

Purely cold today
So cold that I cannot smell
The scent of winter

Haiku du jour

Pale prints in the snow
Another night guest come and gone
About its business

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Like the tide going
out, my cold releases its
grip - my brain returns.

Haiku du jour

Snow laces branches
The landscape is white again
"I'm back", says winter.

Haiku du jour 2

When I pass I hope
To leave more memories than
Furniture and bills

Haiku du jour

January snow
Retreats, showing dull brown grass
Ice storm now likely

Haiku du jour 2

My Einstein hair shifts
To bouffant beauty queen hair
Hairspray not needed.

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Kleenex is scattered
Like damp petals after rain
My nose trumpets on

Haiku du Jour

Burdens have lifted
Relief balances the hole
Torn in life's fabric

Leslie Haiku du Jour 2

He stares to the East
There is respect filled with grief
Burdens have lifted

Leslie Haiku du Jour

A cold gentle rain
Delicately coats the leaves
But it chills the bones

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My Irish blood craves
Tabbouli - must be all the
Bellydance classes.

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A leaf falls, descends
Once holding firmly to life
It floats home to rest.

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Daily I see names
Dance, like heaps of colored beads
Flashing light outward.

Tanka du jour

Coffee's in my blood -
Its looping jolt drives my life
Into the fast lane
Now gentle chai invites me
To go slow, in the spice lane.

Haiku du jour

Naked tree branches
Cover a gray satin sky
With dainty black lace.

Leslie Haiku 3

Lap dog! Stop the lies!
Stop the whispering, you tool!
Your head, meet my shoe.

Leslie Haiku 2

If it's our data
It is not a true audit
Can I have your job?

Haiku du jour 2

My hairdresser is
worried for men's tender parts
with shorts in winter.

Leslie's Haiku

I work with morons
Many lazy auditors
Write procedures, DUH?

Haiku du jour

Eight stacks of folders
Look at me hopefully
Do me first, they say.

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My time sheet is wrong
I spilled coffee on my shirt
Signs I'm going mad.

Haiku du jour

Why do people wear
Shorts and flip-flops in winter?
A Michigan thang.

Haiku du jour 2

Snow slows our mad rush,
Softens the edges of life,
Makes all fresh and white.

Haiku du jour

Today's commute was
An artistic landscape of
White lace on black trees.

Haiku du jour

Today's CD is
American celtic punk;
Already a good day.


(Compliments to the Dropkick Murphys!)

Haiku du jour

One must realize
One's failings in life; alas
My coffee way sucks

Haiku du Jour

Pure and icy air
Discourages snow and brings
Pure blue skies above.

New Year Haiku

Smelling like winter
The air is cold and serene
For my morning walk.