Morning Sun Haiku

morning sun peeking

through slits of old wooden fence

onto dewy grass

the coffee has grown cold

but I drink it anyway

late afternoon sun

the old dog sleeping

on sunroom wooden floor

I write poetry

Closing Ranks

close ranks
close to the vest

mum’s the word

silence is golden 

loose lips sink ships

don't tell them much

or reveal your soul

they want that 

once it’s out

it can’t go back in 

once they know 

they know

you can’t go

home again

stay a mystery 

secret agent man

keep them guessing 

besides

you’re probably 

more interesting that way

Lazy Day Haiku

a cup of coffee

stronger than my ambition 

as black as my mood

the day slips away

nothing much is accomplished 

I no longer care

watching the world pass

the plastic plants on the porch

don't need watering