A Haiku
holiday bells chimegaiety scented echopally roads…
Trees flocked with whiteHeavy, hanging branchesWinter comes for rest and celebration
no one asks“How ya doin’?”with a straight face
At holiday’s end…wondering when theclock stopped ticking.
Haiku
Crushing Holiday
Season expectations grow.
Exhausted, I give in.
You’re not always right.I’m entitled to my views.
Please pass the gravy.