The Haiku Project 2014

Monday, February 10, 2014

In the parking lots,
Snow higher than any car,
Any SUV...

10 February 2014

The news seems stranger
As I grow older; maybe
It's me, not the world.

7 February 2014

Fresh layer of snow,
Six new inches on eight old.
Cold chilling my soul.

5 February 2014

Now, in months, I am
Seven hundred ninety two.
(Sounds more impressive.)

4 February 2014

At last, a sunny day.
And, at once, my spirits are,
For a time, revived.

3 February 2014

Cold, gray, and gloomy.
A typical winter day.
And I'm sick of it.

2 February

Another new month.
It's trivial, but somehow
Strangely exciting.

1 February 2014