Lifting Temple Spires: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The last spires went on/
the burned church, lifted my heart/
and filled me with joy*.
*hope

What's Written On Her Forehead: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Where others may see/
anger, I see tenderness/
and open caution.

When we learn that we’ve/
come home, it’s often because/
we’ve opened our doors.

Our best behavior/
can’t be forced. It’s who we are/
in our core. You’re good.

Again going down/
Alpine hillsides, I remind/
myself to slow down.
OR
Descending Alpine/
paths again, I remember/
I, still, must observe.

These are some things you
might have missed in your hurry.
I can’t list them all.

I realized I/
am not in the shape I want/
to be in to do.

Why did I wave at/
the farmer on the tractor?/
Because he feeds me.

A car swerved and cut/
me off just as Queen sang, loud,:/
“Let him go!” I did.

You didn’t affirm./
I’d invited myself, which/
smacks of poor manners.