Martins Missed Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I wish the purple /
martins had migrated. They/
missed a great sunset.

Snow On The Purple’s Roof: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There is little quite/
so strange as seeing snow on/
purple martins’ roofs.

The late-spring blizzard/
didn’t seem cold, but it still/
turned the lakeshore blue.

How awesome to know/
that, in some way, we are all/
broken, but He heals.

He wondered where she’d/
go for fresh lime gelato/
and baked pizza dough?

Just in my home state/
would I buy potted veggie/
plants in a blizzard.

I’m told: “Turn right”. I/
do, and learn that God knows I’m/
lost before I do.

I left the top down/
and now I can’t see out of/
my frosted windows.

My dad gave me a/
joyful high-five today:The/
martins’ scout found home.

I, like Squanto had,/
placed small fish in the garden/
and prayed for sunshine.