Monday, December 27, 2010

Five Amateur Haiku at Christmas

By Bryan Gruley

My children embrace
their passions without (too much)
regard for the money.

A house on fire with
tears at Christmas, men in hats
that say C F D

I love the tree with
the colored lights of boyhood
but my wife’s grown up

My mother was Nat
King a-croon as she reached for
my father, smiling.

Write a Christmas book,
make people cry, and sell
one million. Or not.


Happy 2011, Everyone!

4 comments:

Libby Hellmann said...

A riter... and a powet too! Lovely.

Bryan Gruley said...

Thanks and Happy New Year!

buy essay said...

Amazing post! Thanks a lot for sharing.

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