Compare The Cold Sunrise And Be Grateful: Revolutionary Blogging Sonnet

She would send me photos/
of tall SoCal tropical trees/
silhouetted in the red sunset;/
dancing in the warm sea breeze.

As if to entice me/
to visit and to stay./
To warm my feet in the sand/
and watch the palm trees sway.

I returned the photo favor/
of a frigid, streaming sunrise:/
A frosted cottonwood silhouetted/
against cold blue mountain skies.

T’was not to tempt her, nor to say I was coldly sad,/
but to remind her to be grateful for the warm beauty she had.

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Apollo Through Frosted Window Panes: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

At the last sunrise,/
I find I have no words to/
express window frost.
OR
At the last sunrise,/
words can’t express Apollo’s/
window frost beauty.

Who Sees Fleeting Beauty: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

A bike locker is/
His canvas. Frost is His paint./
Who sees His cool art?

Click on the photo to see the frost patterns close up!

Just Before Destruction: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

It’s ironic: Frost/
patterns are best seen just as/
the sun destroys them.
OR

It’s ironic how/
frost patterns are best seen as/
the sun’s light strikes them.

My Frosted Christmas Tree: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

At the field’s edge stands,/
solitary, my hoarfrost-/
covered Christmas tree.

Harvest Ends: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

The first frost has hit./
This year’s garden is finished./
She won’t need me now.

Done Convincing: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

I’m done convincing./
Like trying to capture frost,/
it does little good.

Massage Chance Fades: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Her chance for massage,/
like the melting frost on grass,/
is fading quickly.

New Busy Melts Our Miracles: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku (with alternatives)

We see it. Feel it. But,/
like frost, miracles can melt/
If we’re too busy.

First (original) alternative
We saw and felt it./
Like frost, our miracle melts./
We are too busy.

Second alternative
We see it. Feel it. But,/
like frost, miracles can melt./
Are we too busy?

Sorry Spring Frost: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Apology

Several months ago, in the dead of winter, I wronged someone I think the world of. I’ve tried to figure out how to say I was sorry when saying “I’m sorry” wasn’t believed. Maybe through this Haiku?

I remain sorry./
Like frost before spring sun’s rays,/
I have no defense.