Here's this week's heap of haikus:

 

A golden surfer
rides a quiet wave to shore
the world is at peace.

Here's this week's heap of haikus: 

Autumn taught 'em, when
the first leaf falls from a tree
Summer soon will wane.

 ( I saw that first leaf today, lying quietly on the sidewalk.)

---

Here's this week's heap of haikus:

I got this epiphany of sorts.

Where should I put this thought or these thoughts?

I started something earlier in the week and I shall get to it.

How to begin?

My Grandaughter went to my son. 

And she asked a simple question, the type of question I never ever asked or questioned.

She asked her Dad:

Why am I Noela?

First, she went to Dad and not Mom?

Quietly, the dusk
soothes the ocean waters and
calms the day for night.

(Photo courtesy Kristina Rebelo)

Here's the rest of this week's heap of haikus:

Special Edition: *You-Do-the-Haiku*

Mesmer treated patients both individually and in groups. With individuals he would sit in front of his patient with his knees touching the patient's knees, pressing the patient's thumbs in his hands, looking fixedly into the patient's eyes. Mesmer made "passes", moving his hands from patients' shoulders down along their arms.

Here's this week's heap of haikus: