Forest Bathe Without Yoga Mats: Haiku

Setting: I saw a photo of a forest bathing group. Everyone was using yoga mats. That confused me, so I wrote this:

As you forest bathe,/

touch earth. Feel dew, dirt and life/

on your hands, feet. Live.

Why Old Folks Don’t Need A Curfew: Rhyming Lament

My curfew used to be

at 10.

Now I can’t even

make it ’til then.

Oh, for some mean tweets/
that insulted all the weak;/
cheap gas! Food to eat!

There are folks you want

to share things with. Their snarky

remarks prevent you.

Having frost blankets /
for your garden won’t help if
you don’t put them on!

He claims he’d never
seen the first signs of spring but
they were always here.

When you become much
too worried about things, you
can’t see or enjoy.

Another man’s voice
droans through her headphones. There’s no
time for pillow talk.

Now I know how a

leper feels is not a great

country western song.

He once responded:

“Try to keep up!”, but now hopes:

“It’s not a contest.”