Go Haiku!

Sitting by my desk

The coldness in my fingers,

but not in my toes

The kids in the park

gleefully shouting swear words

banging poles with sticks

fog bank stretches far

harbor sounds clang rhythmic’ly

anticipating

water blue and calm

(I should have brought a sweater)

sitting at the beach

sitting at the beach

crisp air around my shoulders

warm sun on my arm

Tuesday harbor run

The Pelicans and Sea Lions

In pursuit of Fish

the little black squirrel

is burying the acorns

all around the yard