haiku

With a little sun

to bake them, rosebuds will pop

like pink corn kernels.





Photos by: Osquer

haiku (for Luke)

The scent of new-mown

grass and the sight of my new

son both make me smile.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (for Pendragon)

My parrot dubs in

sound effects for my life and

his own amusement.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (for Mom)

New rhubarb's new leaves

emerge shyly. They know that

next year we harvest.

Photo by: Osquer

(This is Osquer's Mom's new rhubarb patch. Rhubarb takes two years to reach maturity. Patience, Mom! Pies next year!)

haiku

Jasmine's elusive

scent caresses my nostrils

and my fantasies.

Photo by: Osquer

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Jay!

haiku for children

I remember when

love was a pop can full of

water and tadpoles.

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Don't worry. I poured them back into the pond before we left camp. No, I don't remember the name of the boy who gave them to me. Give me a break. It was almost 30 years ago!