“Shore”
Spring opens chilly,
but the beer garden is filled,
folks drinking the view.
Steve D
Traveler’s Haiku – Shore
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Traveler’s Haiku – Milwaukee
“Milwaukee”
Wind streams downriver,
meeting empty salt pads, washed
away clean of the lake.
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Traveler’s Haiku – Road
“Road”
We plan our pit stops
with logic and certainty.
Nugget disagrees.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Rosebush
“Rosebush”
Potent perfume nose
with mellowing citrus notes,
like a spring meadow.
The above is another one of our home infusions: Hendrick’s gin infused with dried rose petals. If you’ve never tasted rose petal-infused liquor, it’s basically just perfume. It’s potent as hell.
So i mellowed it down into a rather tasty cocktail:
- 1.5 oz rose petal-infused gin
- 0.5 oz Triple Sec
- Squeezed lemon juice
Surprisingly, the lemon juice works to cut down some of the perfume taste of the rose petal, and the Triple Sec and cranberry juice add just that little touch of sweetness required to balance the drink. It turned out to be refreshing and smooth.
Are you all enjoying these infusion haiku as much as I am?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Singular
“Singular”
Uncounted planets,
and yet we are the Only?
Credulity strained.
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Haiku Sunday – Devon
“Devon”
Wood smoke soothes the chill
air weighed by rain not fallen,
a place I once knew.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Peppercorn
“Peppercorn”
Earthy like autumn,
gin that chills and soothes, finished
with a summer’s bite.
My sister-in-law had a genius gift idea for me for Christmas this past year: infusion ingredients for gin. I got a box of eight different ingredients–herbs, flowers, spices, etc.–to infuse gin with. Best. Gift. Ever.
I love gin, and I love mixing up cocktails. The one pictured above is Hendrick’s gin (my personal favorite) infused with pink peppercorns. Notice how all the color leeched out of the peppercorns and tinged the gin. We have some other tasty concoctions aging in our liquor cabinet at the moment.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Universe
“Universe”
The unknowable
containing all knowledge, power.
Could that not be “God”?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sludge
“Sludge”
Reality blurs,
muscles strain against quicksand,
trying to break free.
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Haiku Sunday – Stretch
“Stretch”
Final pennies strain,
ache for deposit relief.
Hold fast, little cents.
Steve D
