f/k/a archives . . . real opinions & real haiku

November 26, 2005

a little hotham on a cold night

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 11:42 pm

Nearly midnight: it’s too late to squeeze out any punditry,

but there’s no reason not to savor some of Gary Hotham’s


 

 

night snow–

the house

creaks

 








rook horiz

 

my move

their move

morning clouds

 

 

 

 

deserted tennis court

      wind through the net

 

 

 

 






loud wind

the bed unmade

all day

 



 

 

 







  • by dagosan                                               






snow falls

from a low gray sky –

she lifts the sauce pan lid

 

                           [Dec. 3, 2004] 

                                                                                                                                                             turkeySil

 

Powered by WordPress