Mother Nature Has Her Way: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Asphalt jungles sprout./
Wildflowers grow and bloom. It’s /
Mother Nature’s house.

Hear The Good, Digest The Bad: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

It’s strange how we can/
hear much good about us, but/
still digest the bad.

Run away to One/
who is safe, who knows how to/
truly comfort you.

The road seems foggy./
It’s hard to see well. We should/
turn on defoggers.

Early morning staring./
Blank phone screen. Black smooth water./
Looking for answers.

Or
Waiting for answers

Rembrandt’s evening light,/
Rainier’s shadow and wildflowers’/
blooms combine. I weep.

They rushed down the trails,/
got to their cars, drove fast and/
missed spectacular.

OR
They rushed down mountains,/
reached their cars, drove away fast,/
missed spectacular.

Amidst splendor /
caused by sunset light and wild blooms,/
i remove my hat.

While you worked, I was/
screaming, separating a/
rock crab from my thumb.

It is hard to feel/
Soooo ready, and then be told/
That you are sooooo not.