magnetic haiku

Vegetables from my

garden boil down to thoughts of

summer in a can.

Photo by: Osquer

magnetic haiku

spring shivers through my

autumn dreams to whisper to

our sleeping garden

haiku (for Mom and Dad)

As the days shorten

sunshine grows around your door

in potted flowers.

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haiku

Leaves pale and shiver

as the cold weather sets in.

Soon they'll be falling.

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haiku (for Jay)

Leaves fall like snow and

I bake bread to keep warm while

you paint the bathroom.

Photos by: Osquer
(Cinnamon Swirl Bread
Pesto Swirl Bread)

Magnetic Haiku (for Jay)

Warm under fluffy

down blankets our embrace holds

our dreams together.

haiku

There’s a diference

between art and graffiti.

One is destructive.

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haiku

You've heard of Kitchen

Witches? Of course I had to

have a kitchen gnome.

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haiku

Like gorgons doing

battle, my spider plant and

plush dragon engage.

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haiku

Frost warnings bring a

hasty and perhaps final

seasonal harvest.

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haiku

While baking bread in

jars I learned there's such a thing

as too much success.

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haiku

There's so much I could

say, but I think I'll let the

tag speak for itself.


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?!

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haiku (for Paperback Writer)

I think Paperback

Writer cursed my brussel sprouts

with little green worms!

Fear not! All is not

lost. There are still sprouts to be

found in the garden.

Photos and video by: Osquer

haiku (for all those struggling in California)

Seeing gray rain clouds

above still green hills, I think

of California.

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haiku

Somehow, lemons smell

like Summer even when they're

in sauce in Autumn.

Fresh Yellow Tomato Sauce with Tarragon, Butter and Lemon

Photo and video by: Osquer

haiku

A potted daisy,

taking advantage of warm

autumn weather, blooms.

Photo and video by: Osquer

Torchwood: Anything Goes

This is a delightful performance by John Barrowman of the fantastic television show Torchwood.

haiku

Fall colors sprinkled

under an Autumn blue sky

but it feels like spring

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haiku (for Mary Christina)

Cinnamon fills the

kitchen with its scent. I'll be

damned! You can can bread!



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haiku

The sky, cried out, sighs,

a twinkle back in her eyes,

though the gloom lingers.

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