5:23 a.m. Moonochrome: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

I spied her tonight/
Hovering over a white/
And black frozen site.

Freedom Of Choice Radio: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Freedom of choice means/

I can turn off Neil Diamond/

whenever I want.

This year’s already/
better than last year was. We’ve/
become acquainted.

After the pain of/
arctic blasts, hot boiled shrimp smells/
and feels delicious.

I keep birds alive./
They make me happy as they/
gather at feeders.
AND

It’s easy to forget
the simple pleasure
of watching birds
at the winter windows,
hopping,
chirping,
feeding,
as we keep them alive.

She’s trying to get/
back to a normal pattern/
of sleep. Where is love?

Making snow angels/
won’t ease the pain when you slip/
and fall on lake ice.

When snow fall covers/
the back woods, walk with your aunt./
Don’t wish for lovers.

The thought of sharing/
sacred space can become too/
overpowering.

A few miles away/
is a woman I’d walk-talk/
with under the moon.