The Daily Haiku

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

Dread chill of the grave.
A silent stale gust ruffles
my unyielding nerves

Los said...: Mondays are painful
Dark rainy weather just add
To the dreariness; 9:34 AM, October 24, 2005
Ken said...: Don’t believe the hype.
Contractors never come thru.
Raka Fraka damn.; 11:58 AM, October 24, 2005
Ink and Stone said...: Gabba gabba hey,
Gabba whee gabba hey-a!
Gabba gabba hey!; 1:37 PM, October 24, 2005