Apollo Through Frosted Window Panes: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

At the last sunrise,/
I find I have no words to/
express window frost.
OR
At the last sunrise,/
words can’t express Apollo’s/
window frost beauty.

Everything Becomes Beauty: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

When you step out of/
Art’s Temple, everything you/
see becomes beauty.

How would it be/
to be/
an artist who makes/
people weep/
with the beauty/
you create?

Some are blessed to know/
they are in/out beautiful./
Others can’t see it.

A bike locker is/
His canvas. Frost is His paint./
Who sees His cool art?
Click on the photo to see the frost patterns close up!

It is unfair to/
post pictures of beauty. How/
can we get work done?

Some creatures enjoy/
the beauty that surrounds them./
Others just eat it.

When nature calls, you/
sometimes must ignore beauty/
and everything else.

Sometimes we must gaze/

through another’s lens to see/

our own true beauty.

My father was right.
I’ll find beauty anywhere/
because he taught me.