Teaku No. 16

From a particularly beautiful recent San Diego evening ...

Hojicha and fog
over rims of mountains, cups
— this is the city?

Teaku No. 15

My new favorite phrase
is 'marine layer.'
Ocean mist like teacup steam.

Teaku No. 14

No umbrella,
tea cup forward,
defying the cold autumn rain.

Teaku No. 12

Reliable? Yes,
God, yes — more than some humans
My old red betty.

Teaku No. 11

reverie broken
I know now it's time to go
the tea has gone cold

April tea haiku

Imagine the smell of the freshly roasted tea at Uji
now that the renowned yamabuki are in full bloom.
— Basho

Teaku No. 10

This morning's tea
makes yesterday
distant.

— Tankô

Teaku No. 9

Black tea, blacker night
This tea moment's about work —
I'll sleep when I'm dead

Teaku No. 8

Even when it's hot
I still take afternoon tea.
Summer, winter — meh.

Teaku No. 7

Tea, toast, Nutella —
not quite hungry yet 'cause of
Daylight Savings Time

Teaku No. 6

holiday teacups —
snowmen designed for display,
form over function

Teaku No. 5

Broadway is windy
(Great White Way? No, Chicago)
— protecting my tea

Teaku No. 4

one, two, three ... lost count
purified and immortal —
must be the seventh cup

Teaku No. 3

the day will be long
pick me up, can of oolong!
(haiku shouldn't rhyme)

Teaku No. 2

sunroom is cloudy
breathing breezes, steaming pot
pavement and pu-erh

Teaku No. 1

drumming my fingers
waiting for the tea tasting
— flash! crack of thunder