Coming and Going

Cat at the door
cries to go out
snow-laden wind
howling to come in


This may not be the best haiku verse ever,
but it aptly describes the climate here today.




bleached white flour
insects fallen in the bin
well preserved


Last night I checked out an online haiku journal
I’ve never seen before: Prune Juice Journal
I discovered there are other senryu writers out there
who possess the same weird sense of humor as me.
And I felt inspired to write a few verses.
Please bear with me, dear pun-averse friends.