This week's heap of haikus:

 

 

The Easter Bunny

scared her so much, she went to

church without a peep.

 

(My sister and the Easter Bunny circa 1949.)

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Childhood Easter flashback-ku:

 

Wearing that new suit
was a small price to pay for
jelly beans and stuff.

 

 

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A blind follower
can not see they're being led
into a brick wall.

 

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tanka haiku: You ever linger
at the crosswalk, to see if
you get offered help?

Yeah, me neither. But, sometimes
I stop and think about it.

 

 

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My cat likes to play;
it hides under the bed, and
stalks my brown loafers.

 

 

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We all have struggles,
but is your pain your burden ...
or what sets you free?

 

 

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Is Life what you do
or what you think and feel? ... (I've
got a good feeling.)

 

 

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An island sunset,
the sky aglow with passion ...
Why aren't you with me?

 

May each day dawn with
no regrets for yesterday,
nor phone calls to make.

 

 

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Will you shine a light
to help us pierce the darkness?
April's finally here!

 

 

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Dogwood trees in bloom!
Spring's celebration of joy
in Riverside Park.

 

 

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walking through the woods,

I find a weathered birdhouse,

nailed onto a tree.

 

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Lock the cellar door!
There's a MONSTER lurking there!
(My sister said so!)

 

 

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tanka haiku:  Yes, you know my heart,
for we are kindred spirits,
walking the same path.
     But stay wary, my friend, for
     paths, like lover's hearts, may turn.

 

 

 

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Though the years went by,
he didn't feel old, but then,
he lived in the past.

 

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Sitting in his room,
pondering his hopes and dreams,
he just fell asleep.

 

 

 

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double haiku: We struggle, at times,
remembering our loved ones,
but vow, they won't fade.

So, the old stories, though
familiar, are re-told, to
refresh our spirits.

 

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warmed over coffee
fills my mug like an old friend
that slept on the couch.

 

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At the Senior Prom,
he held his date so close, it
crushed his boutonniere.

 

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