“the pastor needs to know”

chores like broken* oaths

wait burial then slow mourn:

but who has shovel?

 

*(originally scribbled – and meant – “bent oaths” but broken better fit.  What’s a poor haiku-ist to do?) That conundrum will be expiated{?} in the following haiku and tankas to come immediately. – jkr)

“Sunday Morning Going Up”

creaking toward now

with soft old jazz and new pen:

a good day for chores

“Rainy Day Blues”

Rain shield puts kibosh

on tortoise survey so I

“ditch” chores in protest!