A Year in Haiku Spikes of bronze grass lie beneath the snow, concealed to pierce the heart of Spring. Hummingbirds duel fiercely over the feeder – dual Cyranos. Full moon in the trees, why do you diminish when you rise above Earth? On a snow-lapped…

I’m in Seymour, Indiana at a luncheon given by the Center For Congregations. See? I told you I was churchy. Mlehhhh! 😛 It’s A Practical Guide to Congregational Planning. What that means, I don’t know, but I guess I’ll find out. Meanwhile, I leave you…