The Pain Of Photography: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Winter Bird Feeding: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku and Free Verse

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.

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

He’d always grown both/
daisies and roses, but he/
liked wildflowers best.

Of course I waited/
at the country/
county crossroads.

Who wants to get hit/
by a tanker truck/
full of shit?