Leap into the day
Before first robin of Spring
You need a first worm

Watching Irish play
The music of the language
Matches rain on roof

Won't drink scotch again
Don't think it agrees with me
Because I'm Irish

February day
The world is my birthday cake
With frosting of snow

Wouldn't mind hearing
"Who are you?  You are pretty!"
If not said by Mom

Evening in bed
Wrapped in alabaster arms
A really good book
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Reading Neruda
First I get hot and bothered
Then I feel Chile

Sunday-Jack Benny
Magnificent Montague
Oak Park Arms at Two

A Haiku Review

Out of a Bad Seed
Grows some unusual fruit
Enjoyable show

A Haiku Review

One for the Money
Achievement in cinema
It kept me awake

Sorry I missed one
See, it was Valentine's Day
Hope you understand
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Unexpected gift
Day after Valentine's Day
I have lost two pounds

If Saint Valentine
Saw money made in his name
He would want a cut

I am a poet
Like Emily Dickinson
But without the hope

Long cold evening
Laying on his side of bed
I can smell his musk

It would be gray day
Even if the sun came out
Our dog had seizure

In my neighborhood
Sadly the election signs
All look uniform

February morn
The world is silent...except
For pip of a bird

Midwinter evening
The cat rubs up against me
You can't have my beer

Empire Carpeting
Is taking over Luna...
They'e carpet munching

Men in tight pants run
You don't even need a duck
To get a touchdown

Killing your body
Will damn you to Hell, but what
If you kill your soul?

Amaretto sun
It sinks ever so slowly
Into orange clouds

Will Phil see shadow?
Groundhogs, like most weathermen
Lack accuracy

February night
Walking home from library
Smell of barbeque