Sharing Sacred Space: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

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

Wishful Thinking On Ice: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

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

Amidst the ice, snow/
and cold, someone left me a/
heart. I wonder who?

She couldn’t wait for/
me to love her the way I/
need to, so I can’t.

I’m moved by the gift./
I’m brought to tears because he/
asked for it for me.

Making the lake ice/
crack as you walk is a good/
weight loss incentive.

Is it exciting/
to get excited about/
being excited?

Standing on frozen/
shores, arms outstretched, “Any way /
the wind blows.” I’m there.

Just ‘cuz I’m wearing/
shorts and a T-shirt, doesn’t/
mean it’s warm outside.

I’ll support, sustain/
and respect those who try to/
protect and defend.