Last lily - Haiku du jour

lily petals fall,
maple leaves curl up brown, yet
summertime lingers

Haiku du jour - Lilies speak

when a lily speaks,
sharp clove and soft vanilla
theads through the sweetness.

Haiku du Jour - Steamy Sunday

A steamy Sunday -
I want coolness; in winter
I will wish for heat.

But you can't always get what you want. In fairness, this has been the hottest Michigan July on record in 134 years, and the second wettest. I hope August is more balanced.

Haiku du jour - Grey Rain

rain waterfalls down-
flooding roads, drenching my shoes,
re-greening the world

Michigan blessed us today with a gullywasher, which I enjoy despite the stalled cars and non-functioning traffic signals. Walking to the building is like walking inside the dome of a grey pearl, and the air is fresh and damp, plumping up my skin. After hitting 100 degrees last week, we are so due.

Haiku du jour - 100 in Michigan

cool air comes at dusk,
like a slow tide on the shore -
A/C can rest now.

Michigan survived a heat wave - it reached 100 degrees Farenheit last week. 100 in a northern state? Crazy. Fortunately, Michigan is used to crazy weather.

Haiku du Jour - Coffee

In coffee's absence,
How much sleep would I need, how
Much life would I live?

As I fill Starbuck's coffers yet again, I wonder just how far I would have gotten in life if coffee had not been there to propel me through the boring, difficult, or just plain futile parts of life. A sobering idea.

Haiku du jour

like a friendly hand,
my hair drapes around my neck -
constant companion


It only took two and a half years, but my hair is past the ugly stage, and able to be good company. Decoration, blanket and pillow - three in one.