Liking All That Nature Stuff: Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Haiku Lament

She heaved a deep sigh/
and said her guy liked that “stuff”./
He’s sad ‘midst treasures.

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Too Late Purple Learning: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

He learned, too late, that/
she loved purple. Such blossomed/
as she walked away.

Where You Are Determines What You See: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

If you often go/
into the woods, you’ll witness/
the season’s first blooms.

Alpine Lake List: Solitude Isn’t So Solitary — Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse

I took a flat,
0.8 mile
saunter,
a not bored walk
on a boardwalk
around Silver Lake.

By the time I’d finished
I’d seen:
A moose cow and her calf;
Two squirrels;
New pussy willows;
One fish carcass;
Haze from a green wood campfire;
Two doe mule deer;
A reflecting lake;
A distant bridal photo shoot;
A towhee;
Two killdeer in flight;
Two beaver (one slap happy);
Three mallards in flight;
An aspen freshly felled by the beavers;
One hen mallard on her nest;
Three ducklings under her wing;
A patch of yellow columbines;
Sunset on mountain peaks;
Glowing new green on an aspen grove;
A rushing, raging, roaring mountain stream;
A new place to enjoy.

I failed to thank my tour guide,
a Dad who taught me to look,
and God.

Vacant Lot Purple Wildflowers: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Rising out of a/
vacant lot, wildflowers bring/
unexpected joy.

Cheap Camera Stunning Meadow Photo: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The cheap camera made/
a more stunning photo than/
reality showed.

Sun-Lit Meadow Request: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She asked me to write/
a poem about a sun-lit/
meadow. This is it.

Windy, Wavy Winneconne Wisconsin: Romantic IMproVerse Poetic Lament

I wander,
waiting,
in the midst of wild space,
and Wisconsin winds,
and Winneconne waves,
wishing
for one
who will wonder,
and who would want
whee
and we.

She went
away.

OR
She left.

Native Packer Fans: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Here in PackerLand,/
even wild flowers and farm/
fields are green and gold.

My Gifts To Her: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

What might a man do
to prove his love is true?
He may, under a full moon,
sing her to slumber with a gentle croon.

He may improvise a tender poem,
or bring back wildflowers to grace her home.
He may dance in a meadow alpine,
or simply hold her hand with fingers entwined.

He may dry her face when it’s wet and rainy,
or wet her cheeks when they’re dusty and grainy.
He may simply ask what she needs him to do,
and then he’ll, gladly, see it through.

To show true love takes no new invention.
Women ask that men listen and pay attention.