Back to School

Enormous arctic vortex

Seemed you’d never go away

Now our break is through

Green Eggs ~ A Tribute to Luna Lovegood Upon the Arrival of Her First Egg

Not to be outdone by the other girls, Luna spent well over an hour in the nest box this morning in the 90-degree coop to provide us with this: 

Luna's First Egg next to the Mystery Egg for size comparison.

 

See, I knew she didn’t lay that brown Mystery Egg. 

I could talk about green eggs but I will leave you with some words from the master, Dr. Seuss: 

Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do!! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat!
And I would eat them with a goat…
And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
They are so good so good you see! 

So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE! 

I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am

Taxes

hardly any posts
had to get the taxes done
back to normal now

Too Busy~ a Haiku

too much on my plate
double-booked most days this week
triple-booked tonight

Sleepy-ku

Why am I so tired?
It isn’t my bedtime yet.
I want to stay up!

Piku ~ An Almost Haiku

number three
point
infinity

Back to Work-ku

After eight days off
the materials showed up
and hubby’s at work

Haiku

Ok, before anyone stumbles upon my collection of haiku and starts to argue that they aren’t truly haiku,  let me just state in advance, “I know.”  My poems aren’t serene or about nature or any of the other characteristics that define a traditional haiku.  I do it for fun.  I started on a whim one day and kept rolling with it as new topics presented themselves. 

So, if you enjoy them, great.  If you hate them, I’m sorry.  If the poems continue to write themselves, I’ll continue to post them, whether you like them or not, and if the poems stop coming, I’ll stop posting.  Until then, check back on Wednesdays to see what craziness I’ve come up with.

A Birthday Haiku (for me!)

is thirty-six old?
it was twenty years ago
not so much today

Conferences~ a Haiku

this day a reprieve
from twelve-hour days if only
until the morning