What the Heck, Haiku

Thank goodness it’s International Haiku Poetry Day. Here are a few seasonal snippets:

mild uncertainty

turns in springtime air

to wild insecurity

* * * * *

windows wide to spring

cat fur smells like open air

bury your face there

* * * * *

spring air reminder

what happens to us is true

and discernible

And this one from last night, demonstrating my frame of mind:
 

cold medicine

on Saturday night

I know how to get down