Golden winter moon
Shines on old sloping rooftops
Like a polished coin
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Friday, October 7, 2011
Day 336: The Other Cruelest Month
Fall exudes tension
We cling to life, surrounded
By death and decay
Something about autumn makes me feel very keyed up. It's not exactly a bad feeling. I don't fear or dread the winter. It's more of a feeling of anticipation -- but with a strange layer of jitteriness because I don't know quite what I'm anticipating. It's a feeling of imminent change. Does anybody else feel this way?
We cling to life, surrounded
By death and decay
Something about autumn makes me feel very keyed up. It's not exactly a bad feeling. I don't fear or dread the winter. It's more of a feeling of anticipation -- but with a strange layer of jitteriness because I don't know quite what I'm anticipating. It's a feeling of imminent change. Does anybody else feel this way?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Day 314: Summertime Jealousy
To we hot adults
Playground sprinklers look like a
Forbidden Eden
On a really hot day the jealousy is palpable.
Playground sprinklers look like a
Forbidden Eden
On a really hot day the jealousy is palpable.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Day 312: Perfect Timing
The beaches are closed
On this summer's hottest day
Thanks to a shit spill
Okay, the beaches weren't technically closed -- it was just a warning not to go in the water because a fire at a sewage treatment facility dumped a whole lot of excrement into the Hudson, where I would be surprised if anyone other than Detective Frank Drebin would notice a difference.
On this summer's hottest day
Thanks to a shit spill
Okay, the beaches weren't technically closed -- it was just a warning not to go in the water because a fire at a sewage treatment facility dumped a whole lot of excrement into the Hudson, where I would be surprised if anyone other than Detective Frank Drebin would notice a difference.
Day 311: Lucky ducks
The hydrant drenches
A flock of sodden children
Splashing and laughing
My jealousy is palpable.
A flock of sodden children
Splashing and laughing
My jealousy is palpable.
Day 310: It's still too damn hot
I spend half the ride
Hoping that disgusting smell
Isn't my armpits
There's no delicate way to check. And even then, what would I do if I found out it was me?
Hoping that disgusting smell
Isn't my armpits
There's no delicate way to check. And even then, what would I do if I found out it was me?
Day 309: Coping Mechanisms
Swathed in a black dress
A woman beaches herself
On a vacant bench
She wasn't fat or anything, but between her starkly white skin, black dress, and sprawling body, all I could think of was killer whale.
A woman beaches herself
On a vacant bench
She wasn't fat or anything, but between her starkly white skin, black dress, and sprawling body, all I could think of was killer whale.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Day 308: Steamy
A telltale damp streak
Left behind by a behind
It's butt sweat season
If you've ever taken the subway on a day like today you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Left behind by a behind
It's butt sweat season
If you've ever taken the subway on a day like today you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Day 307: Sweating it out
Summer, a grotesque
Carnival of slick faces
And wilting costumes
The fashion show that is the New York City commute is looking decidedly bedraggled these days. Not surprising, since the mercury reached 103 by noon today.
Carnival of slick faces
And wilting costumes
The fashion show that is the New York City commute is looking decidedly bedraggled these days. Not surprising, since the mercury reached 103 by noon today.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Day 306: Too Damn Hot
The mercury soars
The sun bakes bloated trash bags
Like stinking blisters
How's that for a revolting image?
The sun bakes bloated trash bags
Like stinking blisters
How's that for a revolting image?
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Day 285: Stink Memory
You got off the train
But you left something behind
We can still smell you
Summer in New York begs the question: can you die from an odor?
But you left something behind
We can still smell you
Summer in New York begs the question: can you die from an odor?
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Day 284: Heat Wave
Welcome to New York's first official heat wave of the year.
We swim through the streets
Choking on humidity
And collective funk
I have no delusions about remaining fresh as a daisy on my commute when the mercury hits 80. Once it hits 95, I no longer have the energy to be embarrassed about my pit stains.
We can't install our A/C unit because they are doing construction on the front of our building and all it will do is suck in dusty construction air. Also, there is a very real possibility that it will be knocked out by falling bricks. I'm safely at work, where I can enjoy air conditioned splendor. Patient Boyfriend has strict instructions to relocate to the public library (with both cats in tow) if it gets too hot. That should be interesting.
We swim through the streets
Choking on humidity
And collective funk
I have no delusions about remaining fresh as a daisy on my commute when the mercury hits 80. Once it hits 95, I no longer have the energy to be embarrassed about my pit stains.
We can't install our A/C unit because they are doing construction on the front of our building and all it will do is suck in dusty construction air. Also, there is a very real possibility that it will be knocked out by falling bricks. I'm safely at work, where I can enjoy air conditioned splendor. Patient Boyfriend has strict instructions to relocate to the public library (with both cats in tow) if it gets too hot. That should be interesting.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Day 269: The Cruelest Month
Spring seems far away
When April is a cold joke
Sent to break your heart
Hopefully by the time this haiku auto-posts in a few days it will be sunny and in the 70s, and I will eat my words.
When April is a cold joke
Sent to break your heart
Hopefully by the time this haiku auto-posts in a few days it will be sunny and in the 70s, and I will eat my words.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Day 258: Finally.
Spring's first daffodil
Bobs its golden teacup head
And scoffs at winter
Daffodils make me think of three profoundly unrelated things: Easter, the Holocaust, and Willy Wonka.
Bobs its golden teacup head
And scoffs at winter
Daffodils make me think of three profoundly unrelated things: Easter, the Holocaust, and Willy Wonka.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Day 250: Bombardment
Chubby-faced boys hurl
Snowballs at the B16
The driver just sighs
I get the sense that this happens to him a lot.
Snowballs at the B16
The driver just sighs
I get the sense that this happens to him a lot.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Day 248: Dusk in the Park
The serenity
Of a vast frozen lake meets
A violet sky
Add a soundtrack of cooing ducks, and you've got a rather nice wintry scene.
Of a vast frozen lake meets
A violet sky
Add a soundtrack of cooing ducks, and you've got a rather nice wintry scene.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Day 246: Splash
Stoicly we trudge
Plodding through the knee-deep drifts
And fording curb cuts
Some days I wish I had a skiff.
Plodding through the knee-deep drifts
And fording curb cuts
Some days I wish I had a skiff.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Day 243: Nighttime Walk
Our careful footsteps
Whisper in snowy silence
Breaking winter's spell
I've been jotting down haiku in my day planner, but never quite getting around to posting. Sorry for the accidental hiatus. I'm working to remedy that.
Whisper in snowy silence
Breaking winter's spell
I've been jotting down haiku in my day planner, but never quite getting around to posting. Sorry for the accidental hiatus. I'm working to remedy that.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Day 242: Out of Season
Cotton candy man
Peddles his colorful wares
On a frozen street
He does a brisk business in front of the elementary school come spring. I guess he's looking to get a head start.
Peddles his colorful wares
On a frozen street
He does a brisk business in front of the elementary school come spring. I guess he's looking to get a head start.
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