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