haiku (for Jay)

I enjoy the crunch

of leaves underfoot, knowing

they'll be raked up soon.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

Helicopter seed

lands on the windowsill while

I make myself lunch.

Photo by: Osquer

Pittsburgh 250 Photosynth

Photos by: Osquer and Jay

haiku (for Jay)

Sunset slices through

preoccupation, and I

hurry home to you.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

A pigeon's toilet

shows little respect for the

king of the forest.

Photos by: Osquer

haiku

Butterflies and I

like oregano blooms for

different reasons.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (with a nod to Billy Crystal)

Green tomatoes hang

in the sultry air. I slice

zucchini to grill.

Photos by: Osquer
Grilling by: Jay

haiku

Late blooming Black-Eyed-

Susans wink shyly from their

shadowy corner.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

A large bumble-bee

rests from her long day's labors.

I leave her alone.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

The garden is in

it's young glory. All is green

with golden blossoms.

Photo by: Osquer
Garden by: Osquer and her Dad

haiku

Bread dough rises more

quickly in June than it does

in January.

Photos by: Osquer

haiku

Geraniums grow

pink in the sun like tourists

without their sunscreen.

Photo by: Osquer

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.

* * * * * * *

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!

haiku (written at 11pm last night)

A fan belt on the

evening breeze stands in for the

crickets yet to come.

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