Thank goodness it’s International Haiku Poetry Day. Here are a few seasonal snippets:mild uncertaintyturns in springtime airto wild insecurity* * * * *windows wide to springcat fur smells like open airbury your face there* * * * *spring air reminderwhat happens to us is trueand discernible
And this one from last night, demonstrating my frame of mind:
cold medicineon Saturday nightI know how to get down