The past week was fraught with sleeplessness. We spent a few days in our studio in San Francisco. I never sleep real well there. It’s Nob Hill, so it’s noisy. It doesn’t help that there’s a fire station two blocks away either.
It’s a nice place, a nice area. Old San Francisco, the classic part of town where you hear the ring of cable cars, see the spire of Grace Cathedral lighting up the fog, feel the ghosts of Dashiell Hammett and Jack London just on the edge of perception.
But I don’t sleep well there. The bed is small and the dog insists on joining us. (As you can see below, that is no small matter.)
Before I collapse in a heap, here are this week's haiku, and where I mailed them.
haiku 20221128 >> Grass Valley, CA USA
lying awake -- the hydraulic sigh of a city bus
haiku 20221129 >> Newton, MA USA
blue evening sky made all the bluer -- crescent moon
haiku 20221130 >> San Ramon, CA USA
mountain rain we can go outside without our masks
haiku 20221201 >> San Francisco, CA USA
empty night tack-tack-tack a stone caught in a tire
haiku 20221202 >> Ashland, WI USA
sleepless in nob hill chitchat fades in and out beneath my window
haiku 20221203 >> Grass Valley, CA USA
rain against the glass we pull the covers tighter
haiku 20221204 >> Saratoga, CA USA
december grass sparkling with frost the cat hurries back
That’s all seven! Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to try to get some shuteye. And oh yeah, if you want a haiku postcard, all you gotta do is ask.
Hello my friend! I would love if you could send another Daily Haiku to me -
3963 Torrey Pines Blvd, Sarasota, FL 34238. Love to all of you!! 💋
My old stomping grounds. Love these. Nicely penned.