Haiku #4

The white crescent moon
cradled the sky in her arms.
One earthling noticed.

Haiku #3

As Mondays wear on,
the fog in my sleepy brain
grows denser, thicker.

Haiku #2

Truth is as fleeting

as a perfect summer day

in lovely Cleveland.

Haiku #1

My failures are ma-
ny and varied. Still the Sun
smiles at me today.