Halloween creeps up… Janie stretches her arms wide, shouts, “I’ll be a bat!” “For certain, a bat! Unless I should be a witch. Or maybe a cat.” “I’ll be a princess! A vampire! A zombie! A princess zombie!” Mama thinks she’ll be whatever’s left in the store on Halloween eve!
Posts under ‘Haiku Friday’
Haiku for my Favorite Bakery
Red velvet cupcake luxuriates on my tongue like the taste of sin.
Footloose Haiku
A school carnival: swept in a wild, laughing throng we push through gym doors. Heads bent like flowers, a giggling daisy chain, girls walk with arms linked. "Hey, it's your birthday! I'll request a song for you! Do you like Footloose?" Like popcorn we bounce, squealing as one breaks away, rushing the DJ. Twenty five [...]
The First Night I Kissed Him Haiku
The wild wind exhales, Dead leaves whirl in a dance, then lie still, quivering.
Summer Night Haiku
Beneath the warm stars another long summer day has drifted to sleep.
Not in the Mood to Haiku Haiku
Waiting, words won't come. What I really want to do? Play Mario Kart.
Austen Does It Himself
"Hey, let's go swimming!" In his enthusiasm, Austen tears off clothes. He grabs his swim suit and for the first time ever puts it on himself. He rushes outside, swim trunks proudly on... Backwards. Off we go, smiling.
July 4th Fireworks Haikus
Lawn chairs and blankets cover the grass like a quilt, balls swish overhead. Up past their bedtimes children in pajamas sit breathless on laps. A collective gasp, an "ooo," a thundering boom, as magic stars fall. Wide eyes turned upwards, thousands of reflecting pools hold showers of light.
Farewell Farrah Haikus
Image credit: Photo by Roadsidepictures on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons I strut down the hall, pull a mint green plastic comb from my jeans pocket. Comb whips through hair and... I fail (completely!) to look like Farrah Fawcett. More Haiku Friday haikus can be found at A Mommy Story.
Handling Things Differently Haikus
Two wet plastic balls: Small neurotypical hand grips both of them tight. The summer sun shines and cool water soothes her palms, a welcome delight. One wet plastic ball: Autistic child's fingertips touch it so lightly. Water, tiny drops, like so many small pin pricks, are kept from his skin.
