Friday, December 28, 2018

Last Days of December: A Haiku Cluster

City bus crosses
a distant bridge in the rain --
end of the workday.

Highway is dotted
with cars like caterpillars
going north and south.

Full moon half revealed
looks as if it is wearing
a cloud as a hat.

Weakening sunlight
brightens bare trees on the hills --
two days past solstice.

Day before Christmas --
motorcycle Santa Claus
goes riding through town.

The only snowmen
are the inflatable kind
sitting on wet grass.

Delivery man
with a beard like Santa Claus
brings me my package.

Trees, as if abashed
by their nudity, now wear
necklaces of lights.

After Christmas trash.
Garbage cans line all the streets
with half-opened lids.

Clouds gray as the sky --
daylight wanes like the old year.
I am running late. - Jeff Barnes

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