A haiku combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. The three-line stanzas of haikus adhere to a meter of five syllables, then seven syllables, and finally five syllables.
Prepping for the feast Guava, chile, everywhere Who pooped over here? Composting indoors Plant remains become plant food. Nothing goes to waste.
The Quiroste tribe Did they burn the land often? They probably did.
Long dissertation Di Hu and Pomacocha All good things end.
Nilestun natives On the river eating food They're not just fishing.
An aging table High stochasticity Lower return rate.
Mexican 'quitles Dogs are not on the menu Cat distances the guests.
I love phytoliths Ev'n 'though my dad tried his best Plant glass ground him down
Dung analysis Taken to the next level: Munsell book of smell Day of the burst pipe Hot water scalding my heart Despair drips on scope Clank of dinner plates Night of archybotany Sound of scholarship We of the lab are Gathered food, wine, learning, wait Who just ate my seeds? Quiroste is cool All the time plants make me drool When’s our next dinner? Scrub jars tighten lids All day long peeling peaches Winter’s summer glow Motes slide across glass My nose twitches, then achoo… No more dust to sort Seed in the bristles Twist it into the gel cap Label correctly Delicious creamed corn Sweet potatoes are divine Spilled them on my shirt Suspended sweetly Pirouetting phytoliths A new camera Something to think on If Di were microscopic She’d knap phytoliths Weedy state of mind. Weeds are just plants out of place. What plants do I see? Need a good clean shave? Check out these copper tweezers They’re rough but they work. All day I am pulling unidentifiables I will not count them. I’m sorry I sneezed My nose was very itchy A torrent of seeds I’m sorry I sneezed My nose was very itchy Get out of my lab The views of nature All day at the microscope So grand yet so small Chipotle pepper Sweet potato, quinoa Ends in happiness Isotope data How big is two parts per mil? The dirty secret