[Charles Henrickson]

Haikus fly, like leaves
In autumn, ere winter comes.
Chill death approaches. . . .

[Charles Henrickson]

Midnight. Haiku death.
5/7/05 over.
Now I can write . . . like I want to, not constrained by that silly rule about five beats in the first line, seven beats in the second, and so on, and so on, and work in a season, why don't you. . . .