I love haiku, even nontraditional subjects. Maybe one reason is they demand so little skill.
Apologies for formatting. I don't seem able to control it here at all.
Birches
Sleek triplets white
in scattered flashes, adorn
winter's sleeping woods.
Weeds
Brash rustics, crowd in
among fine grass, thornéd rose –
they brave slashing hoe.
Spring
Imperceptibly
full buds swell to sweet birdsong –
Croci laugh at snow.
Friendship
The hand's clasp unfelt
and sweet voiced words unspoken
–love's gifts accepted.
Breakfast
Why not alone taste
first savor of the day? Boor,
The bacon’s burning.
