Thursday, March 31, 2016

Two More Haiku-ish poems reflecting on spring in urban suburbia

The traffic cannot overcome
the scent of new green
nor the sound of dripping rain.

The puddle holds a brown pine cone
and the image of white window panes.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Two Haiku-ish poems

Abandoned House

The dominoed roof tiles peek inside at the floor of plaster and pine.

Seen at a stoplight in Downtown Chicago

The stacked brown buildings squeeze the sky
until their windows splash with blue.