Two haiku are born during a weather delay before a flight to Paris. Just call it haiku therapy.

Two haiku about hoping (hard) for no neighbor in the next seat.

Haiku to say farewell to Colorado.

Haiku-writing: my coping skill for a turbulent flight. (Try this if you’re a nervous flyer.)

Haiku for a travel day breakfast.

Air travel inspires a haiku about the millions of other life stories that are mysteries to us.

Lots of planes taking lots of people home. I’m glad one of them is me!