speaking of haiku

climb in, then climb up.

redshirt in the jefferies tube.

your death serves the plot.

singing hosannas

parents watch their young offsprings

creating palm plaits

anticipation

held such promise to the boy

one drop of serum

the frond of the tree
landed on the ground at night
and looked at the moon.

now is the autumn
(for summer is now over)
of my great content

too hot September

I was told there would be chill

in the air today

wind chill in your face
light snow all day collecting
after shoveling.