Thriftstore High-waters, Einstein Socks: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When you wear thrift store/
high-waters, it’s good to have/
Albert Einstein socks.

Unknown Wildflower Wonderment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the woods of a/
friend, an unknown wildflower/
gives me wonderment.

Planting apple trees,/
pounding in fence posts, tired, I’m/
sure* I’m no farmer.
*glad

If you often go/
into the woods, you’ll witness/
the season’s first blooms.

I dreamed they were here,/
and I yelled: “They are here!” And/
now, at last, they’re here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vooWAoTixNc

My video camera ran,/
dancing with the lake’s waves/
and the sky’s reflections.

My fingers froze,
trying to hold lens steady,
silently breathing.

I’ve learned to be quiet,
to live with the pain
of stillness.

It was all worth it
to hear a lone loon
call the sunset goodbye.

It’s always worth the/
effort to wait it out as/
the sunset improves.

Man-made intrusions/
don’t ruin lake views when they/
promise summer fun.

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

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