Early Winter Haiku

A gang of six crows
Looking for sandpit treasures–
Where are all the kids?

Dusting the mountains
Little pellets hissing down
Wintry mix outside

Leaves hang in brown shreds
Waving in the icy wind
And low clouds darken

Wet mittens and gloves
Glasses steaming up inside
Piles of boots and hats

Cutting up carrots
The boy works so carefully.
Pot roast smells so good!

Staying up too late
Two laptops glow and chirrup
It’s election night!

Sharing the haiku love

I’m editing an anthology of essays on the state of contemporary German literature, and a series of Steiner lectures about “Spiritual Beings in the Heavenly Bodies and in the Kingdoms of Nature,” and a monograph on American political films.

My brain is tired. So I’m sharing some funny fake Microsoft error message haikus (how’s that for a noun phrase!) I saw on a discussion board today. They made me laugh. Laughing is good. Enjoy.

The Web site you seek
Cannot be located,
But countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Autumn Walk Haiku

Cool, crisp autumn air–
ate lunch sitting on a log,
fed some sweet horses.

My feet are aching
as they crunch through the dead leaves.
It’s time for a nap.