HAIKU FROM LAST SPRING

frosty red tulips
volunteer in the next yard:
soon they will blossom

Gulliver's Travels
pleased me in a coffeehouse
that's gone but not here

coffee girl's blonde hair
accented her full cleavage:
her voice like Mozart

below my quiet house
streets roar like metal tigers:
can't trust each driver

dreamt I feasted on
Skittles with Lennon and smiled,
but not all that long

one country sunset
a horned owl turned his head set
against a red sky

once dodged a semi
on a winding mountain road:
am ambivalent

by the nursing home
stand vibrant oaks, and ravens
croak to live dead ears