I love this!

The poems we write
May reveal to the reader
Unintended truth

Love these, especially the first!

Unexpected joy:
a reminder to us all
to stick around more.

More from the city park:

From a small pine branch
A spider drops past the dawn
And keeps scrambling back


Heron by the bank
I had wondered where you were
On this cool morning


A hollow tapping
The woodpecker’s sound vies with
The roar of traffic


Down the morning path
I walk wrapped in sheer, raw silk
Mad at the spiders

And a tanka (a haiku with two lines of commentary or response added)

Spider, you don’t know
As you work to spin your web
That I could crush you
Greater forces are near you
As they are also to me

I want to live in Dapnhne's gentle world of nature.

Lately I've Taken
To Arguing With My Dreams
After I Get Up

Daphne's gentle world
Reflects her gentle nature
Her viewpoint becalms

Another morning in the park:


Wings beating softly
A silent heron passes
Through the chilly dawn


Distant owl calling
Soon it will be its bedtime
The crickets are gone


Among the tree trunks
Pale slices of rosy dawn
Day birds are waking

I really like the first and third ones. Do you walk every day?

From last Tuesday's episode of The Flash...

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

In Star Trek, I'm Told
Where They Always Boldly Go
Space Is Pretty Cold

Maxi runs amok
His tiny form becoming
A blur of white fur

Yes I do. Except this morning. I woke up in the middle of the night with chills and had to put on more covers. Then I dozed off and awoke again with fever. So I sat up and read until I felt able to go to bed again. I ended up sleeping in until just before getting ready for work. No morning walk today! I probably won't be here all day either.

My left wrist pains me
When outside temperature drops
Significantly.

Broke it years ago
Running from sand to wet grass
While playing softball

And it snowed last night
The freezing winds were blowing
But it's warming up

Rubbed on some Ben Gay
(Actually a generic)
Now it just tingles

Epic haiku, John
Product placement on display
Hope you feel better

Laurel and Hardy
A fiddle and bow in films
Both silent and sound

A foggy morning, a couple of days before the current cold snap:

In the morning mist
We have a surprise meeting
The heron and I

A pair of squirrels
Scaling the house’s brick wall
Like furry ninjas

Wood-ducks fly over
And vanish above the pond
Where did they come down?

In the heavy fog
The woods seem as faded as
This world grows to me
I walk the trusted pathway
Watching for the coming sun

Mostly taken from my annual round-the-lake hike at a state park, which I did on Good Friday (Google "yatsuhashi bridge" if you have to):

Butterfly, you make
A fine hiking companion
On this cool morning

Sitting on the bridge
Watching the clear creek flowing
Through its sandy bed

Almost Easter now
The visiting birds have left
The lake has grown still

The zig-zag levee—
A giant yatsuhashi
Between lake and land

Sprays of white petals
Show here and there around town
Dogwood time is here

More tanka poems this time, because I found myself needing more words:

Three raccoons walking
Down the alley past my feet
A mother and young
The mother pauses to hiss
Saying what she thinks of me


Sitting in the park
Watching the golden sunlight
Of early morning
The dark woods out beside me
Have turned suddenly to gold


Cricket-sized froglets
Evading Godzilla feet
As they cross the trail
To them I am a monster
I’m not trying to be one!