Doing What I Should, When: Haiku

What if, for a year,/
I did everything as soon/
as I was inspired?

The Visual Zen Of Incense: Haiku

When your surroundings/
get cluttered, it’s hard to sense/
the complete beauty.

If there’s power in/
the name of Jesus Christ why/
don’t we oft sing it?

Out with my paintbrush
finding pawpaw pollen. Once

you see gold, it clicks.

At the request of a #PawpawFanatic on Facebook, I followed up with a limerick:

Telling pawpaw gender is easy

if you look when it’s not breezy.

Glance at a bloom when it’s still.

You won’t get a thrill,

but the males will make you sneezy.

If you park your car
in the wrong place, it can wreck
a perfect sunset.

Backlit leaves on oaks: /
A glowing add-on to a
sunset I’ve n’er seen.

Out with my paintbrush
finding pawpaw pollen. Once
you see gold, it clicks.

New silver-green leaves
wave at white clouds in a bright
blue sky. Add beer can?

I see waves of rain
dance toward me, but I still wish
we lived ‘neath dark skies.

Ahhh! NOW I hear rain!
It’s crossing the field, through woods,
soon will splash my legs.