sunday
line of parking meters…
Author: Jeffrey Winke
Jeffrey Winke lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in a suburban condo mere blocks from Lake Michigan. He writes haiku, haibun, and articles about heavy equipment moving dirt.
everything
for nothing:…
early light
my dream drifts…
bow, if you will
marigold’s…
a thousand dreams
yet, this…
mannequin faces
a cosmetic…
gas drilling rig
rasp of …
amish friendship bread…
dry shadow
under the parked…
five up, two over
somebody…
first rain
the bright colors…
eyelash moon
the cobalt …
trying not to look
again,…
first rain
the bright colors…
early sun —
the red-wing…
off season
the fair grounds…
morning paper
scrolling…
late sun
a dandelion wisp…
frenetic day
outside my …
pitch black
moving toward…
furnace man –
his soft grumble…
cold autumn rain
the red …
misty eve
a neighbor’s…
late summer
descending …
my grandfather’s…
noon rush
trying not to notice…
the long walk
her hand finds…
50’s photo
her atomic…
pale puddles
sound of an …
gray rain
in the park custodian’s…
lakeside diner
a tipped …
dusting of snow
a sparrow’s…
faint autumn moon
a sheet…
late sunrise
a walnut rolls…
dark mist
a raccoon silently…