full moon —
broken glass
on the bike path

pay day —
the dog brings us
a dead ground hog

New England fog —
the buoy’s
rusty bell

swing and a miss — a five-dollar hot dog

hot and hazy —
the siren screams
through a red light

crowded train —
a stranger reads
my newspaper

partly sunny —
the bell
of an approaching train

May rain
another beer
too many

morning coffee a patch of stubble the razor missed

working late the smokestack empties into a cloud

Mrs. Bitter and I are featured in the most recent issue of Simply Haiku. You can find our article here. Collaboration!

crowded train —
one month
to my daughter’s wedding

balmy night —
gypsy moths
under the streetlight

new moon —
my daughter won’t look me
in the eye

May frost —
a late-night call
from an unknown number

starless night —
the dog sniffs a bald spot
on the front lawn

threat of showers —
I let her phone call
go to voicemail

dusk
the cat’s eyes
following
the dog

May showers —
forty days
to my daughter’s wedding

years later
her Mother’s Day flowers
still blossom

“mission accomplished”
the dog chases a squirrel
up a tree