Dream Sower

she, a night farmer
flips the pages

is the reader that lives
in the garden's secret life
a sentence traveler that has
blossomed in many minds

she cultivates better tomorrows
and hopes...
that dawn may bring her rest

from midnight through sunrise
she casts the seeds
that dreams are made of

brown gravy

slips and drips through its
ceramic decorative boat
only once per year

booger green

A while ago I wrote a bunch of haiku about the colors of the rainbow. And now the silly color haiku begin!

I drip down the edge
crusted nose, shirt cuff catches
my slippery smear

i person

The I generation
of the I want
and the I phone
and the I'm getting
a text
and the ttyl

omg, cu later...

Doesn't matter
if you are generation
X or Y
right know
it's all about
I

ten

tag
you're it
gotcha!
run fast, freeze

tag

character
in position
countdown

players set in
motion, tiny feet
little hands tip
tap

search, find, freeze

 wanting to be anything
but it

a silent storm

in my sleep
i am awakened by the snow's quiet fall
its landing, a welcome
excitement

tomorrow's snowman waits
for me,
anticipating his
carrot nose


an excited 4-year-old
has planned out the raisin belly
button our Frosty
is destined to wear

the dampened sky
is a whitish gray fog,
determined to keep us in-

in my sleep
the snow's invisible sound
starts something
adventurous

and I come alive,
a 4-year old
drawing plans for an igloo

a modern haiku

free people lassoed
by a cell phone's charming cord
walk blindly through the forest