Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.