The Daily Haiku: November 2005

November's last day
Why has it been Seventy?
Global warming's here.

Reduce emissions.
Join with the Kyoto Pact,
Fight for this planet.

Half a day today,
Then a week long vacation,
I can deal with it.

My inspiration,
Sometimes it slowly bleeds out,
The paintbrush is dry.

Scampers on the ground,
A squirrel quickly runs around,
Up the tree, then down.

The rain has moved on,
A chilly day now greets us,
November arrives.

Staring at the sky,
There's more to this than we know.
Staring at the sea.

Cop follows me close,
His sirens bright and blaring,
Passes me by, whew!

Cloud bank in the sky.
A painted streak arcs across,
creating movement.

Perched on a bare branch,
a cardinal stares at me,
inquisitively.

I looked at the clock
and it read 9:58.
Damn me! I missed LOST!

Lapping of the waves,
Makes sounds against the bulkhead.
Barge must have passed by.

Fifty minute wait -
Burlington-Bristol bridge raised.
Nothing routine there.

Soggy grey morning,
I live the routine again,
same drive, same traffic.

Dead leaves on the ground,
The trees slowly become bare,
Yet, still colorful.

I wish I could sit;
Shrouded in a pale white fog
at the river's edge.

Then, in my mind's eye
I imagine the lowlands
and bogs of Scotland.

Looking for a house,
Something with good character.
Maybe the haunted.

A low-lying fog
rests in the field near the bridge.
The river obscured.