where do squirrels go / when there is a hurricane? / and how do they know?

if I write haiku / and no one counts syllables / is that ironinc?

If a tree falls down. / And there is no one around. / Will it make a sound?

he had not a care / never seen someone so fair / offered her a pear

please pardon my stare / wind is blowing light and fair / shining eyes aware

he smelled like mint air / his sweet nectar debonair / please pardon my stare

spring will start anew / maybe i will blossom too / ridding me of you

fall leaves drop like tears / dreaming of days in between / to hold you again

Long are these hot days / Without your sweet laughter near / Splashing on my heart

rippling water / announcing the departure / of old visitors

composing haiku -- / the autumn breeze blows red leaves / rippling water

As finches eat seeds / a passerby pondering- / composes haiku

soon the storm clouds pass / a barren tree awakens / a mourning dove coos

Sadness forms rain clouds / Above the bare trees in fall / Longing to see her

silent hill speaks truth / darkness is ambiguous / life really is what

yet the light within / fails to burn up and stay lit / the darkness conquers

unpretentious flame / ignites confound florescence / to those in the dark

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