Thawing Sunrise: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Not all amazing/
sunrises have to be red./
Thawing mists bring hope.

He’s Derisively Quoting A New Yorker: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

How can a man who’s/
seen ten thousand lake sunsets/
claim they’re all the same?

It wasn’t ’til he/
ventured out that he saw things/
he’d n’er seen before.

What should a man do/
when he knows she’s another’s,/
but he can’t leave her?

As if on some great/
cosmic cue, two ducks* performed/
a sunset fly-by.
OR
*flocks of ducks did/

She asked: “Why are there/
no tracks in the snow?”. I thought: /
“That’s a great question!”

Hot chocolate laced with/
licorice tea is my new fave/
of early mornings.

Within hours, there’s three/
different views from the same place./
Why folks like lakefront.

No matter how much/
you want Mother Nature to/
wait for you, she won’t.

Her mail signature /
told me to ask how to change/
the world. I learned, did.