Where You Are Determines What You See: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

They’re Here! Purple Martins Return: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I dreamed they were here,/
and I yelled: “They are here!” And/
now, at last, they’re here!
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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.

Her comments about/
comparing our poetic/
talents begged questions.

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.

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.