“Gunalchéesh”, Thank You, To Vineyards (And Orchards) For The Fruit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

After the Harvest/
I turn and thank the vineyard*./
It seems right to do.

OR
*orchard.

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And Now, Apple, What? Romantic Email Free Verse Poem

Now, I’ve returned.
Now, we’ve again met.
It was nice seeing
her again.
Now what?

My enthusiasm is not
rampant.
My desire is not
intense,
unlike the past.

But I’m not ambiguous, either.

I’m calm,
waiting,
like sap within
an old apple tree’s roots
after a long winter.

It waits to be warmed
by spring sun’s rays.
To rise up
and flow out
and push the buds
into blossoms
that explode
inscentandcolorandbeauty
and eventually
bear sweet fruit.

Outside, pink-red
like her lips and skin.
Inside, light gold
like her hair,
moist like the sap
that is starting, now, to move.

With stem to twist
and ask,
at harvest,
“Now what?”

Pick, and taste,
and savor the sweetness
and nourishment
.
Or ignore
until the fruit
grows past
what it could have been
and falls,
unnoticed,
to the ground,
where it bruises,
and turns brown
and sour
and rots.

Not Hard Swiss Chard: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

It was not hard to/
grow Swiss chard, so why did I/
delay the harvest?

AND

Unknown Culinary Delight
Who knew, as the chard/
grew, what boiling, olive oil,/
lime and herbs would do?

AND

I Could Yodel, It’s Sooooo GOOD!
Italian herbs and/
seasonings meet Swiss chard for/
a Alpine taste treat!

AND
She’d Never Had Before
At 84, she’d/
never had Swiss chard before./
But now, she wants more.

Unexpected Fall Rhubarb Harvest: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I like the surprise /
and joy of unexpected/
late rhubarb harvests.

Old Testament Principles: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The corn long-ago/
harvested, I got a wave/
in the gleaners’ rows.

Get on with life: Revolutionary Contexting haiku

Water your garden./
Weed your tomatoes. Harvest/
your fruit when ripe. Live.

Full Garden’s Verses: Romantic Email Sonnet

If you let me,
I shall write you poetry
worthy to interest and woo
even the most cynical vous.

And, if you’ll pardon,
I can help in your garden,
where, together, we’ll till the dirt
until our rough and dirty fingers hurt.

Then we’ll take the spoils
of our sweated, painful toils
and with the results of harvest,
create results that rival chefs’ best.

All the while your mind will be lifted
as your ears and soul with poetry are gifted.

Fruit Harvest Feeling: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Sometimes the daily/
labors’ fruits reveal feelings/
deeper than first thought.