kuva in village / with mora mumbo jumbo / killing haiku fun

Real haiku (filler) / count moras, not (filler, too) / syllable, no! (ugh)

Cool haiku my friend / it is pretty cool my friend / i like it alot

turkey is here yay / time for family supper / yum yum that good food

Months ago we found / Blessed presence of shooting light; / Now returns once more.

Stars perfect ending, / big nebulae erasure / ending in fragments.

Shooting fast glows vast / Hoping the ending won't pass / Stars is all I glance

Endless clouds pouring / Over bare hills and me warm / In my own blanket

Micro adventure / Squeeze it in. Just essentials / Escape, haiku style

Dandelion time. / Counting with Katie: "Will that / be today's haiku?"

Forget me not sun / Tiny yellow eye. Scorching / A petal blue sky.

I like the haiku / It's very easy to do / Write words - just a few

haiku garden blooms / a garden without closed gates / world needs more haiku

my haiku garden / will one day meet the village / perfect zen will form

Sharp lemon dusk sun / Slices weeping willow leaves / Water to my eye

sunset watching time. / Oh the hassle. Oh the strain. / sunset watching time.

The sun sits on the / horizon, surrounded by / colors. Beautiful.

Clear camp fire night / Twinkle embers, sun fed trees / Starlight to starlight

Alas, I am not / A butterfly, as you can / see, I have no wings

i am the human / watching the butterfly fly / enjoying its grace

I love butterflies / they are a beautiful sight / pretty butterflies

If blood is thicker / Than water, why does blood, not / Water, leave strainers?

friend and family / when times are good or stormy / flock friends and future

birds are poetry / free gift of natures spirit / rhythm action flight

harvest moon shines bright / reflecting in her fair skin / her arms blanket me

shine on, harvest moon, / round and round the field I go / rain is coming soon.

full moon standing proud, / yet never more than halfway, / echoes from the sun

From the loudspeakers / "We are here today" fading / in a swirl of leaves

camping in winter, / epic vistas without leaves, / and of course - no bugs

looking past the fall, / Trees escaping winter's wrath, / by going to sleep

cherry blossom stinks / schmaltzy naff taffetta pinks / sickly sweet ice cream

im so cool respond / to own haiku everyone / very jealousy

an very cool dude / am so good at this haiku / parents so proud me

migratory geese / yet millions of us will stay / in Siberia

reverse the cycle, / strangers are friends not met yet / nature finds a way

Northern Lights offer, / an evening in the back yard, / Arctic fox keep watch

fine painting needs not, / but observer's point of view, / framed for reference.

what joghog don't know / is that john be dark as night / jog is almond white

white, yellow asian / brown, red US indian / that be u i black