7:10 a.m. Late Summer, Chickamauga: Haiku Mists shroud fields and trees. Owl’s hoot. T’was thus before death marched across this land.
Blackberries Have Thorns. So What? Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku Head into the field/ after summer rain. Reap sweet/ rewards for your pain.
Old Testament Principles: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku The corn long-ago/ harvested, I got a wave/ in the gleaners’ rows.
Leaning On The Boundary Fence: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Sometimes leaning on/ the fence is okay. Sometimes,/ stand across the field.
New Type Of Sunrise: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Five decades I’ve watched/. o’er lakes, peaks, fields. Never a ./ sunrise like this one.