I will post other daily writings when I get a chance:

cookies for santa the outlines of stars left on the parchment paper

if there is another earth the only hope for its survival is for us to never reach its shores


(This haikutrax should be on one line. The parameters for this
template do not permit me to adjust the margin widths, and I don't
want to make the font any smaller.)

first frost a dusting of powdered sugar to sweeten the skull cookies

apple picking after an hour they all look good to me

october drought I live by the sky that shrinks with the pond

springing into fall bloom maybe there is no wrong season for azaleas

changing its tune the comb with the lost tooth

the dog's bark rounding out whatever the moon is missing

to the next from one day to the next day from the one day next to from

overgrown farmer's field in the middle of a depression the ox-eye daisies