Haiku du jour

warm, wet wall of heat
under a cloudless blue sky -
summer is here now.


Michigan summers begin so abruptly that spring seems optional. It made for a beautiful Memorial Day weekend.

38G - Tanka du jour

i can't find pretty
in 38G, she said
no lace, no colors, no pearls -
why less for the bloom,
and more for the bud?


At dinner, a friend of mine not only revealed her bra size, she also revealed that if she finds her size, the underpinnings are boring and dull. I was shocked. Girls need pretty, bras are for girls, why on earth make a bra that isn't pretty? Why condemn the buxom to blah, industrial stuff while the lesser blessed get Victoria's Secret? Another great cosmic wrong in women's wear.

Gray rain - Haiku du jour

a gray rain washes
clean green grass and black asphalt
to start a new day

Lilies - Haiku du jour

my lilies stretch tall
eccentric and demanding-
divas-in-waiting

The lilies look like alien pod creatures or jungle plants - spikey leaves on still squat stems in the not-quite-tidy bed. One - horrors - has been nibbled on. The protective fence is now up - this is war.

Haiku du jour

i miss the classic
corsages mothers once wore-
banners in the breeze.

I hope all your Mother's Days went well. Mine did. And, once again, it only took fifteen minutes to eat. A family talent, I think.

Haiku du jour

a ragged pine bough
tossed by the rough, endless wind-
calm on the green ground


A friend of mine lost a relative this week. My thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.

Haiku du jour

my dough rises up
as round as a mushroom cap,
fragrant with promise



There's a lot to be said for bread-making. I don't have to get in the car, and it's more than an edible napkin. No preservatives needed