I’m No Farmer: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Planting apple trees,/
pounding in fence posts, tired, I’m/
sure* I’m no farmer.
*glad

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.

My daughter: Before/
she ran with wolves, she danced with/
salmon, spied turtles.

I dreamed they were here,/
and I yelled: “They are here!” And/
now, at last, they’re here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vooWAoTixNc

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.

She asked why poems were/
about others, not her. They/
weren’t. This is. Goodbye.

Change.
Change is good.
Change is fun.
Change is.
Change.

The wordsmith, struck dumb,/
had no words to respond to/
her emoticon.