Sorry sorry sorry.
I’m a day late on this. We spent the last week hurriedly finishing packing up our home of nine years, the backdrop of many a haiku. I survived cancer in that house. I finished my novel in that house. Some of the best years of my marriage, so far anyway, were in that house. Our son and his then-future-wife lived in that house for a spell when they moved up from LA. We had two cats and a dog when we moved in, and have two cats and a dog now, albeit different ones. Anyway, we couldn’t find a box big enough for all the memories, so like any true San Franciscan, we dumped them on the corner. Er, I mean, we packed them into our hearts, where there’s plenty of room for those and all future memories.
Enough with the sentimentality already. Here are the week’s haiku, and where I sent them.
haiku 20220905 > Berkeley, CA USA
de young museum you have your church I have mine
haiku 20220906 > Taylorville, IL USA
tomasso's, north beach the table in the corner reserved for family
haiku 20220907 > Maharagama, Sri Lanka
my neighbor's chickens bwaaak at me -- I bwaaak back
haiku 20220908 > San Francisco, CA USA
packing for the move I briefly touch everything I own
haiku 20220909 > Oakland, CA USA
late summer twilight I follow the moon the moon follows me
haiku 20220910 > Newfield, NY USA
post pandemic my favorite crepe place still closed
haiku 20220911 > Brisbane CA USA
pale gold evening the freshly watered bamboo crackles
Whew. Next week, I’ll try not to be late. Sorry.
Now, if it’s all right with you, I gotta go do some kigo exercises.
And fer crissakes, tell your friends to subscribe already!!!
These are great. I especially like your onomatopoeic 'my neighbours chickens.'
I hope the move goes well for you.