Haiku as compost?
Can words nourish the garden?
Only time will tell.

Peeing on the pile,
May not be appropriate,
Unless it's unseen.

A little alliteration helps haiku.

Japanese Haiku
Floats in on butterfly wings.
Tree leaves simply rot.

Why rot your OM?
Because gardens will love it.
What better reason?

Punctuation counts!
Haiku requires it as well.
Mind your P's and Q's.

Familiar names
on soil-compost-mulch forum.
Home away from home.

Sitting here at work
I am bored out of my mind
Can I go home yet?

Lots of leaves in back
Need grass clippings to add now
Have to wait 'til spring

Love football season
Patriots play tomorrow
Maybe a 4th ring?

My dog just farted
It is stinking up the room
She just walks away

Cat killed a big rat
Hope she doesn't get rabies
Should I compost it?

Compost half finished,
winter garden waits and hopes.
Spread it anyway.

Holidays are here,
time to rollick and rejoice.
compost cooks alone.

Cat killed a big rat
Hope she doesn't get rabies
Should I compost it?

Compost the big rat,
Or the maybe rabid cat?
You must decide that.

(Insert season line)
Humanure Handbook tells us
Compost the virus.

"viruses cannot reproduce outside the host cell"

Here is a link that might be useful: rabies is a virus

Haiku addiction
is caught from compost wackos.
Now haiku wackos?

Wake in mid of night,
enwrapped in haiku seizure.
What happened to sleep?

Oh boy, can I try,
I who usually only lurk,
Taking study break.

Tons of leaves on curb.
Garbage pickup tomorrow.
Sigh, two tests as well.

Two more weeks to go.
Will there be any leaves left?
Compost for Christmas.

Thread started last March,
Now winter comes to the north.
Spring please come back now!!

Too loud Christmas songs,
what happened to peace on earth?
Mulch mall with DEEP snow.

Daybreak: Pouring rain
soaks the piles of horse manure
added yesterday.

One more wheelbarrow!
Pile high cloud-fluffy manure.
Watch it sink by spring.

Veganic garden
with horse manure? It was free
and it's organic.

Birds have nipped the peas,
left broccoli leaves for me,
my favorite green snack.

Kales keep producing.
I could eat some ev'ry day,
summer and winter.

Tomatoes long gone.
Two more buttercup squashes
hanging on the vine.

Procrastination:
ignore deadlines, write haiku,
plan the spring garden.

Compost spread on beds,
The garden burps with pleasure.
Now to sleep 'til spring.

Worry about worms.
Suddenly may be evil,
or just not PC.

It's raining again,
Dammit isn't this winter?
When will the snow start?

Fingers getting sore.
Hard to count five and seven.
Maybe take socks off.

Don't want no snow here.
Lows in the 40's is fine.
Make my winter mild.

Winter Sowing starts,
The Solstice is next Thursday.
40's cold enough.

Got seeds, soil and flats.
Covering the coldframe soon.
Many new seedlings.

What do you mean, Claire?
Do you wear socks on fingers?
Socks make fingers sore?

Now my every thought
Is thought in haiku rhythm.
I am going nuts.

Ah! Now I see, Claire!
You take your socks off piggies.
Use your toes to count!

Welcome Dee to Soil!
New England learning haiku.
Infection will spread.

Dee, Claire, I declare,
Haiku is not very rare.
It comes from thin air.

Unseasonal warmth,
birds splashing in my bird bath.
Last bath until spring?

Met with gutter guy,
need to get leaves out of spout.
Soon will be leaf mold.

Concerning gutters:
Maybe combine with compost?
Direct drop to pile?

Never thought I'd hear
"gutter guy" in poetry!
Hmm, that's just not right!

(LOL!)

I now have leaf-guard.
I don't really like it, though.
Big icicles form.

I'm talking BIG ones.
Like five- or six-feet long ones.
They drip in the sun.

Water pools on ground.
Goes into leaky basement.
I just don't need that!

But, before leaf-guard
I would clean up gutter-stuff
and put in compost.

:)
Dee

Asphalt doesn't rot.
It's grains get in the gutter.
I compost it, though.

Too late for leaf guard,
need to retrofit as is.
G-guy will advise.

Hard to write poem
when mind is in the gutter.
Maybe don't go there.

Asphalt in compost?
And what will they think of next?
Steel reinforcement?

Asphalt in gutters??
How the heck does it get there?
That's new to me, donn.

Washes off shingles,
Too heavy to move further.
Collects in gutters.

Ah yes! The shingles!
I was thinking of driveway!
Forgot asphalt roof!

This is really nuts!
Grownups talking in Haiku.
Next is the white coats.

Oh, didn't you know?
some of us in custody.
Don't answer the door!

At least we can say
We are in good company,
As we do Haiku.

:):):) you guys

New game? Write haiku
With least number of words. Yours
mycorrhizally,

P.

Bellis perennis,
Anthemis tinctoria,
Hemerocallis.

That's 5 words.

Calamagrostis,
Chrysanthemifolia,
Campylotropsis.

Got some alliteration in it as well.

Chargoggagoggman-
chaugagoggchaubunagun-
gamaugg waterway

AKA Webster Lake

(they actually teach this to New England children)

That's the silliest
Haiku in the history
Of silly Haiku.

Nomenclature! Sh*t.
Brevipedunculata...
Ampelopsis...Ummm...

I'll take that as praise,
(bowing with a smirk and grin).
Why be serious?

Faint praise is no praise.
No hyphenated Haiku!
It just isn't done.

Whilst writing this crap,
One must always remember,
It's better than Rap.

But if no hyphens,
then can't have less than 3 words.
What kind of game here?

No hyphenated Haiku!
It just isn't done.
Ha! Show me rule book!

The evolution
of Haiku demands hyphens.
or maybe I cheat.

Absolutely right,
at least it's better than Rap.
Can you dance Haiku?

My DH is from
a small town near Webster Lake!
None believe its name!

Haiku wars started
Who here would have believed it
Claire donn donn then claire

Maybe need peace talks.
Donn and Claire sign a treaty.
Unite and conquer!

Counting syllables
in Lake Webster's other name,
took all hands and feet.

Today I gardened.
Mid December 50F,
Too good to pass up.

Today first came guy
to move wood chips down the street.
then got gutters cleaned.

Free chips from up street,
stored in pile across the road,
passed on to neighbor.

Coastal bluff erodes
and needs stabilization.
Free wood chips will help.

Nice and warm here too,
but winter moths are waking.
In spring will hurt trees.

Peace on our earth and
good will to Haiku wackos.
May the New Year shine.

Claire

gentle texas rain
thirsty winter beds enjoy
a december treat

It may be winter in some places, but here in So. CA many of the fall leaves are still hanging on the trees. My sis wrote this one:

Afternoon raking
Orange, red, yellow and dead
Each leaf a story

We put a haiku on our mothers grave marker:

A rose and an owl
And your loving care for us
Remain in our hearts

I've truly enjoyed everyone's creative writing here and wish you all a happy holiday season and good year ahead.

Susan