December 29, 2016

The Last Week of Haiku-a-Day in December

We're winding down to the end of December and the end of a year that will long be remembered (by me at least) as the year from hell (with the major exception of the birth of Owen).

Here are the haiku written within the last week. I will add the last two days of the month's haiku by Saturday.
December 23

Christmas morning
the smell of damp socks on
the radiator

This haiku I wrote to use for my Christmas Day haiga. I actually found this photo by Francis P. Johnson first, then wrote the haiku to fit.

December 24

Christmas eve
always, always, always
something I forgot

December 25

Christmas breakfast
nothing special when one
lives with a cat

December 26

the warmth
of a cat's breath
December dawn

December 27

Christmas over
the end-of-year review
of deaths

December 28

going outside
while I can still hear the birds
...ravings of a twit

December 29

oak brown
all that remains

December 30

her knowledge
of snow limited to white
indoor cat

December 31

my only bling:
dried fruit in my oatmeal
New Year's Eve

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.

Here's wishing you all a 2017 full of haiku hope and happiness, justice and peace.


  1. In my new home, I do have radiators, and I love that socks and mittens can be draped on them to dry, warm, too! Love this, Diane.

    1. Thanks, Linda. Many an older home has rusty radiators from the mittens and socks of past generations!

  2. My favorites this week are 12/26 and 12/28. If only we could have a cat for president instead of a raving twit! I've enjoyed haikuing with you this month, Diane. Wishing you one day at a time and some pleasant surprises in 2017.