The Daily Haiku

A world of five - seven - five. At one time daily, now kind of sporadic.

My crystalized breath
Greets me this chilly morning.
I enjoy the chill.

Los said...: It's your putrid breath
That greets me every morning
Just kidding, my friend.; 9:18 AM, September 28, 2005
The Rev said...: Dude, that last haiku to Karl was 5, 7, 8. At least Karl got his in perfect form. You're slipping, Inky.; 5:11 PM, September 28, 2005
Ink and Stone said...: HA! Sometimes anger takes over form!; 7:08 AM, September 29, 2005