-Posted by Isaac

Haikus confuse me.

So often they make no sense.

Please pass the honey.

Redemption comes sweet

to rushed and lousy cooking.

A touch of magic.

Something so divine

could never be created

by the hands of man.

Bright honey bees fly

in joyful abandonment.

A moment of gold.

Rushing homeward bound,

bearing treasures from afar.

Rejoice and commune!

Dew on the beehive.

Early May apple blossom.

Nothing more truthful.

We shall overcome.

We shall overcome some day.

Yes, I do believe.

Company founder

Executive manager

Chief business partner

Purple deadnettle

springtime pollen, new promise,

feeding the future.

To live with the land,

to breath sweet and lucid air.

To sow, to harvest.

Haikus confuse me.

Short, thoughtful meditations

making too much sense.