for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

august morning

august morning–

a chill seeps

into my gait

August 22, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,


  1. This is a deceptively simply haiku.

    I always think of August as the hottest month, but intimations of autumn and even mortality are in the air.

    I wouldn’t change a word.

    Comment by upinvermont | August 24, 2010 | Reply

    • Patrick, you always catch the ‘heart’ of my haiku. Yes, indeed, life for me always operates on both ends tugging at each other. Perhaps that’s why balance is asked of us unceasingly.

      This haiku is a true experience. Walking on my sandals last week under a seething heat, I felt a brush of cold air in my feet.

      Thanks as always.

      Comment by alee9 | August 24, 2010 | Reply

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