Dark, cold Fillmore Street
Sparse for a Sunday evening
Rain drops on our heads

My Sunday Morning

Wake. Muesli, coffee,
break out the coat and wool pants,
head off to Leland's.

on the cusp of sleep
the sound of the fog horn ends
a long busy day

SFWH Special Tanka Edition!

Thanksgiving dinner:
Clement Street duck and char siu,
Roasted vegetables,
Home-made bread, and bread pudding
Games: Taboo, poker, and spoons

From a very "special" guest poet:

Winter in Munich
Christmas time in the city
Mulled wine in the air

Ruling Extends
California Execution
Moratorium*

*Note: this is not my own work; I noticed this SF Chronicle headline was an inadvertent haiku while scrolling through items on Google News this afternoon. Actually, I noticed that "execution moratorium" was something of an oxymoron first. The line breaks aren't perfectly placed, but there are still 17 syllables total.

I breathe in the mist,
traipsing through the campus to
hand in my thesis.

A post-dinner stroll
to visit friends, chat, and sip
warm peppermint tea

Brisk election day,
Cumulus sit on bright blue,
Free coffee with friends

Cider, toasted seeds,
and carving pumpkins on a
roof in the Mission