Haiku #166

First blanket of snow,

six months since mom’s burial,

— snowflakes falling down.


Haiku #165

Couple, noiseless, float

in a dim lit hall, pass by

— glistening gold bands.

Haiku #164

kind and generous

dialogue: a white boy and

Mexican woman.



(** note: this haiku is based on a true account where the adult woman specifically indicated she was from Mexico and, thus, the haiku uses the technically accurate term Mexican.)