Forecasting rain and broccoli later

Partly cloudy and beans for dinner.

Forgot my lottery tickets.

Won’t be a winner.

Glad to say we’ve humped the week. That doesn’t sound right. Perhaps I should try again…Nah, too much trouble for a Wednesday.

Bicycling and haiku (did I just sneeze?) were on NPR  news yesterday morning, coincidental to the bike ride we had planned for the afternoon and to the haiku composition I was working on. Apparently you can submit your bike riding related haiku, or two if you like, and the best one wins a new helmet!  As soon as I hear about the contest again, unless it was an aural hallucination, I’ll pass on the contact info.

So today is all about haiku.  Bless you.

The last two were inspired by bicycling.

1.

Pots of blooms grace streets

Paved with the seat of dead men-

Horses canter by

2.

Personal grace binds

One to kindness and caring-

Swords slashed off rolled heads

3.

Legs churn, wheels turning

Snakes slither, birds sing river-

Fisherman catches fish

4.

Pump, pause, catch the turn

Of leaves just reds and yellows-

Change gears, spring arrived