February 29, 2012 Haiku #59

Waves of green
and blue wash over the sky
as the night grows colder.

February 28, 2012 Haiku #58

And in a moment
a wish was made
and granted.

February 27, 2012 Haiku #57

Sky as clear as glass
Stars as bright as our sun.
Hers is always the brightest.

February 26, 2012 Haiku #56

Central Illinois Weather:
one day you're twenty and snowing
the next you're sixty.

February 25, 2012 Haiku #55

And the darkness
evades a little longer
with each day.

February 24, 2012 Haiku #54

And the spark ignites
the flame
dancing in a slow rhythm.

February 23, 2012 Haiku #53

Mottled gray pigeon
Perching
Waiting patiently for bread crumbs.

February 22, 2012 Haiku #52

Floating iridescence
shatters like glass
in my hand.

February 21, 2012 Haiku #51

The trees
dancing in the wind
leaves tangled like Rapunzel's hair.

February 20, 2012 Haku #50

Soft flutter of eyelashes
against a pale cheek.
An eye opens.

February 19, 2012 Haiku #49

And today is the day
the last day
and the first.

February 18, 2012 Haiku #48

My stomach does a flip
and then a twist, and then knots
whenever you're near.

February 17, 2012 Haiku #47

Little blinking lights
guide my pathway in the dark.
Then go dark again.

February 16, 2012 Haiku 46

Rub salt in the wound
Let it sting and burn and bleed
It cannot be fixed.

February 15, 2012 Haiku #45

Still your lying tongue:
you know not of what you speak.
Erase this from your mind.

February 14, 2012 Haiku #44

Lightly falling snow
dissipating as it hits the ground
Winter is extinct.

February 13, 2012 Haiku #43

Whispers in the halls
hushed;
stop echoing nonsense.

February 12, 2012 Haiku #43

Her silver tears
reflect on the still pond
as a howl shatters silence.

February 11, 2012 Haiku #42

Swirling snow catches
on pale skin
burying yesterday's memories.

February 10, 2012 Haiku #41

When did we jump the shark?
I can't even remember.
I miss you.

February 9, 2012 Haiku #40

The things that we share
aren't as significant
as the things that we don't.

February 8, 2012 Haiku #39

And in the night
tears stain the pillows
blankets clutched tightly in fingers.

February 7, 2012 Haiku #38

The clock is ticking:
moments are slipping away.
Never to return.

February 6, 2012 Haiku #37

The haunting hoot
of an owl
shatters the silence of the night.

February 5, 2012 Haiku #36

Night is dark as coal
The sliver of moon
a burning beacon above.

Winter Blues.

A little known fact about me: I struggle through January and February (and sometimes even March) with the desire to not get out of bed. My energy wanes and I feel sluggish and barely-there almost constantly. So far this year hasn’t been so bad because the weather in central Illinois has been unusually mild. And by that I mean it’s wavered between the forties and the fifties in temperature for all but a few days this winter.

I’ve still had energy, but I’m not sure I’m making the most of it.

Another confession: other than my daily haiku and the occasional blog post, I’ve barely written anything--even in my private journal. Instead I find other ways to occupy my time: reorganizing my dresser drawers and all three of my desks AND my craft bureau; watching the entire series of Six Feet Under on DVD lent to me by a friend (thanks April!), reading all three books in the Hunger Games series in under seventy-two hours, and of course, sleeping in copious amounts.

Yes, this former-night owl who used to stay up until 2 or 2:30 AM every day even when she had to be up five hours later for work, has taken to going to bed at 10:30 on the dot nearly every night (just not on Saturdays, because I stay up til 1 to watch The Big Bang Theory on Fox at 12:30).

So even though physically I feel all right so far this year, I’m still procrastinating when it comes to writing. It’s not that I don’t have ideas--I have at least six separate novel plots spinning in my mind--it’s that getting myself to sit down and write them out is a lot more difficult than it used to be.

However, I know I’m going to have to just sit down and start typing very soon, or else face a life of either mediocrity or a one way ticket to the nearest mental hospital when I finally start blabbering about fictional characters that no one knows about but me, and the terrible conflicts they are battling out in my head.

And let’s face it: the latter isn’t a very pretty mental image.

Also I’m fairly certain that a strait jacket would do nothing for my pale complexion. Unless they make them in green now anyway.

But I digress.

Sometimes the battle isn’t really the cold dreary weather at all.

Sometimes…it’s just ourselves.

February 4, 2012 Haiku 35

The litter of snow
clings to the deadened ground
and my windshield.

February 3, 2012 Haiku 34

And I remember
the way that you used to laugh
Will it always hurt?

February 2, 2012 Haiku 33

Ice crystals
pressed against the darkened glass
blocking my view.

The scary moment...

...when I break away from the traditional 5-7-5 format of haiku. It's a new month, and I'm ready to try something a little different. Not to say that I won't return to 5-7-5 from time to time, but it won't be every day. That said, here is today's haiku:

Fireflies
Lighting my path
on the drive home.