Haiku seems to be making a resurgence in literary circles these days, as well as among naturalists (and friends) like Susan J. Tweit, Julie Zickefoose and Abigail Parker. Abby once committed to one haiku a day, and her verses are wonderful.
My most recent attempt to date is this:
Flaming clouds at dusk
Sear the sunset sky to black
Embers glow as stars
A previous attempt yielded something silly, based on watching traffic one morning while waiting for the bus:
Speeding trees go by
Riding in truck flowerbed
I would love for readers of this blog to share their own haiku poems; and also share their secrets for writing regularly in an age that eats your time before you know it is gone. Take care, friends.