Here's this week's heap of haikus:

Her name is Sandy.
She's a goddess of the beach
made with kelp and shells.

 

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

 

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The wind fills our sails,
we glide 'gainst a golden sky
Sea salt in our hair.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo.)
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My sister sweetly
helps our mom tend some flowers,
nineteen forty-nine.

 

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When it comes to a
thermos nuclear war, it's
bring your own lunch box.

 

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The most courageous
words ever spoken, must be,
'So ... let us go on.'

 

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Good to remember -
Most great civilizations
have risen from swamps.

 

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My Siamese cat
sits at the window, and stares
at distant mountains.
 
 

 

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Catastrophic muck,
Mercury's in retrograde ...
Cosmic forces  ... arrggghhh!
 

 

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tanka haiku:

Where there is no path,
I will make one. Where no-one
knows, I will explain.

   One step begins the journey.
   Some journeys take a lifetime.

 

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tanka haiku:

 

There is a sad fear
that's buried deep in our hearts;
that no love will last.

   So we pretend Time's not cruel
   and pray memories won't fade.

 

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Rain evaporates,
the Autumn leaves decompose,
Snow melts. Life goes on.

 

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double haiku:

 

An Irish Setter,
gallops through Riverside Park,
greeting each toddler.

His owner just smiles,
reassuring the nannys,
the dog is friendly.

 

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 double haiku:
 
The screen door slams shut.
An angry young man runs to
his car and 'peels out.'

A young girl watches
from the window and prays that
her sadness will mend.
 
 

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 A leaf-less tree frames
a lonely farm-house in the
middle of nowhere.
 

 

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Down a country road,
he let his horse lead him home
while his mind wandered.
 

 
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The look in her eyes
was enough to melt his heart ...
and most tupperware.

 

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On a moonlit night,
in a cottage near the dell,
at last, he knew love!

 

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Skies with quiet clouds,
the boardwalk sparsely peopled,
old folks lost in thought.

 

 

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Maples, Elms and Oaks
burst with yellow, red and orange,
the forest ablaze!

 

 

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In a fitful sleep,
memories long forgotten,
rise to consciousness.

 

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Our traffic-clogged streets ...
made worse by double parked trucks
and dumb dog walkers.
 

 

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In the dining room,
a ludicrous spectacle,
sirloin with white wine.
 

 

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Even though he'd won,
his thoughts remained fixated,
on all he had lost.

 

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at Josie's front door,
boys stammer and hesitate,
 ... and beg for a kiss.
 

 

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A tangerine sky.
Clouds that haunt the horizon,
lure me into dusk.

 

(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)

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Simply looking back,
Well, honestly, what's the point,
If you can't re-write?

 

 

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When she walked away,
I brought my hands to my face,
To hold in my dreams.

 

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On her front porch swing,
she would often be courted,
by the boy next door.

 

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Ah, the autumn leaves,
that drift gently to the ground,
blanketing the lawn.

 

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Piles of raked leaves,
sit in my yard. Should we jump?
What kid can resist?

 

 

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A wind-swept plateau,
where the sky looms large, as in
a John Ford western.

 

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Kids were not allowed
in grandfather's library ...
but cats wandered in.

 

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What's more exhausting
 than having unlimited
 opportunities?

 

 

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A split rail fence was
respected in the old West.
But barbed wire helped.

 

 

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Can it really be?
It's National Coffee Day!!*
Do that Java Jive!
 
( *September 29th )

 

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tanka haiku:

 

The simplicity
of a small bird hopping on
the sidewalk thrills me.

   It happily hops, then it
   springs into the air and flies!

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As the earth prepares
to take its winter snooze, the
foliage blushes.

 

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Preparing to leave
on vacation will highlight
why you need to go.

 

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Autumn in New York,
leaves crackle underfoot as
I stroll through the park.
 

 

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