Lately I’ve been writing haiku.  Dunno why.  For some reason, it seemed to be the best way to express some stuffs I was feeling. 

5-7-5.  How hard can that be?  Surprisingly hard.  Still yet, I tried.  So I thought I would share wat I wrote.

Birds on my fuchsia

Fir trees blowing in the wind

I feel peace, for now.

Cold, gray day outside.

A fire burns in the fireplace

I should be warm now.

‘Ukulele purrs

asleep, nestled beside me

comfort dressed in fur.

I wake up early

There is more darkness than light

Outside, swallows fly.

Four in the morning

swallows chittering outside

flying alarm clocks.

Ninety-four degrees

heat pushes me to the ground

is the sun angry?