Thursday, May 29, 2008

haiku


With a little sun

to bake them, rosebuds will pop

like pink corn kernels.





Photos by: Osquer

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

haiku (for Luke)


The scent of new-mown

grass and the sight of my new

son both make me smile.


Photo by: Osquer

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

haiku (for Pendragon)


My parrot dubs in

sound effects for my life and

his own amusement.

Photo by: Osquer

Monday, May 26, 2008

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!)

Sunday, May 25, 2008

haiku


Jasmine's elusive

scent caresses my nostrils

and my fantasies.


Photo by: Osquer

Friday, May 09, 2008

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!