Day 35: Adieu I must bid adieu to these everyday haiku; thank you for reading. I am sorry to announce that I will not be continuing the daily haiku challenge for the foreseeable future. It’s beginning to feel like a chore, and I can feel the quality of my writing…

Day 25: Whisper big flakes twirl gently with the whispering wind: the perfect Christmas snow When I woke up yesterday, it was snowing. It was still snowing when I went to bed. It wasn’t a heavy snow; it was powdery and light, and it more danced to the ground than…

Day 23: Fig the fig tree drops its fruit, and though I am starving I refuse to eat Not many people are unfamiliar with Sylvia Plath’s fig tree analogy from her book The Bell Jar. Even if you’re not a reader, or are a reader but have never read Sylvia…

Day 22: Fox the fox prowls closer invisible but for black eyes against the white snow like the snow of coarse fur; like the whiteness of mist clouding my thoughts A big thank you to Staten Blogging for helping me out with this one! She prompted me to write about…

Day 21: Grey when the sky goes grey it’s nature gearing up to unleash its fury I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with my dad when I was younger. I was in school during the day and he worked nights. He also worked a weekend job. What…