Delicate blossoms
Fall softly upon the ground
Spring's fragrant blanket

Cast adrift by fate
I chance upon an island
Full of cannibals

This space often holds a haiku
But change on occasion is due
So raise up a whisky
And get a bit frisky
Today we can be Irish, too

About those taxes
I wound up not doing them
I need a weekend

I can think of things
That I'd rather be doing
But tax day's coming

It's Friday at last
The weekend will begin soon
I could sure use one

I should be working
There's a ton of code to write
Why can't I focus?

It could be argued
That I am wasting my time
But you just read it

A column of fire
Bears aloft our hopes and dreams
We must push outward

Unbridled passion
Works better in fantasy
Than reality