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.
Super Bowl Sunday Home Field Advantage: Revolutionary ImproVerse Iambic Poem The cold and rain gives way/ to early morning fog and mist./ The Arizona desert in Phoenix/ is not supposed to be like this./ I’ll always revel in something different.
Sunrise Of Possibilities: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku I face the sunrise. / As mists float o’er hazy fields, / dew becomes do dreams.
Seeing Mist Ending: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku When the end happens,/ like a waterfall cascade,/ the future is Mist*. *German definition of “Mist” = “manure”