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Coffee & Chaos

coffee and chaos it's what america has for breakfast

hiking mantra just one more step

spotted beetle the window's warmth a temporary haven

decluttering politics delete and repeat

power point presentation dissenting voices must leave the room

mardi gras beads given away the party's over

march bird count fewer songs this year

last journal entry only the clock springs forward

Hiking Journal October 21, 2022

Elephant Rocks State Park a chipmunk darts from one leaf to the next

Hiking Journal October 20, 2022 continued

Taum Sauk Mountain at sunset I wish I had more time

Hiking Journal, October 20, 2022.

Johnson Shut-Ins the stairs are easier to climb than the rocks

In the Year 2025 (A Haiku Triad)

sunshine peeking through the clouds pond melt we're down to the ice layer now

inauguration day chills I'm thankful for the freedom to stay home

new buds on the saucer magnolia no matter how bad the winter

SO THIS IS NEW YEARS

watch face I wanted this time to be different

2025 the year of the snake and its new party

southern border talks the monarchs just chillin'

fireworks display one neighbor louder than the other

future cast the snowstorm prelude

panic in the streets toilet paper and milk fly off the shelves

stock market volatility as though they expect an earthquake

at the feeder the eastern towhee you thought was a robin 

mexico invasion careful they might be tourists

crescent moon a rare sliver of sanity in a troubled world

Found Haiku from 4-5-2016

spring training I brush the maple seeds off my coat

redbud walk from blooms to leaves

picnic I find my place among the dandelions

early risers the magnolias already dressed and out the door 

The Bellwether State 

(A haiku triad)

I missed the comet and northern lights and almost missed the falling star

Tower Rock crossing I hopscotch over the Mississippi River

from droughts to floods the swings of Mother Nature voting against herself

Under the Shadows

under the shadows of tall pines my footsteps soften to a whisper

expired milk what else have I forgotten

road construction a new bridge where the sycamore fell

election fears the pumpkin's grin looking more and more ominous

halloween decorations I borrow the witch's broom

old reading glasses the red marks on my nose have gotten deeper

uneven lines of handwriting except for this square of sunlight

farmer's market the glow of sunlit apples