April 6: Blue (a haiku)

 

 Blue

Sky above blue sea
Reflecting the lights below,
Framing the people.

 © by Tom King

 

 

April 5: Steam Train (a haiku)

 

Steam Train Round the Bend

A locomotive
Rounds a bend, does a duet.
Steam and river song.

© 2023 by Tom King

April 3: The Carbon River (a pair of haiku)

 The Carbon River

From a bridge high up,
The river rushing below
Whispers up at me.

© by  Tom King

 

The Bridge Above

 

From the canyon floor,

The voice of the river

Rises toward sky. 

© by Tom King

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 4: Companions (a haiku)

 

 

Companions

Two at the window
Companions watching the raccoons,
Wrestle on the lawn.

© by Tom King

 

April 2: Volcano in the Neighborhood (a haiku)

 

 Volcano in the Neighborhood

O'er the misty reach
The Mountain throws mushroom clouds.
Above ash and snow

© 2023 by Tom King

 

 

April 1: Earthrise (Entry 1 in the 2023 Haiku Challenge)

Earthrise

A quarter million
Miles away, home arises
Blue and green - peaceful.


© 2023 by Tom King

 

 

 

I Celebrate Christmas

I Celebrate Christmas.

My brother died the day after Christmas.

My son died after one of the best Christmas’s we’d ever had.

I’ve been poor at Christmas

Celebrated with few of the trimmings

I’ve been well off and enjoyed the fatness of the season.

I have seen great kindness.

I have seen appalling greed and selfishness.

I have given to others.

I have received when I could not give.

I Celebrate Christmas.

I am amazed at the tenacity of man.

He longs for peace on Earth.

He wishes all “Good will toward men,”

Though the world seems quite bereft of good will these days.

We sing the season in.

We sing the season out.

We even hum the odd carol in summer

When our hearts want cooled and soothed.

A little “Jingle Bells” has magic even then.

I Celebrate Christmas.

I put up the tree to drape with tinsel.

I string the lights upon the house,

So my neighbors will see them and maybe smile.

I drink the celebratory eggnog with my daughter.

The only one of my kids who likes the stuff.

I make cookies, adopt homeless fruitcakes and batches of fudge.

I have my red elf’s hat. My hair and beard are white.

I know it’s a game and Jesus wasn’t born December 25.

But still I choose to be happy this time of year.

I Celebrate Christmas.

© 2012 Tom King