Haiku

I recently heard a piece on NPR postulating that haiku is the new light verse. At first I was reticent. Haiku, when done well, is beautiful, and I would hate to demean a form that boasts such beauty and tradition. But here are a few New Hampshire haiku, some attempts to compress my experiences in the granite state into a few moments.

In the shop, we are
silent, even when the power
tools don't drown us out.

New Hampshire, with lawns
from Oklahoma; with Phil-
-adelphia's air.


From the shop to the
house, we brush flies and sawdust
with the same motions.

Anyone else with moments of their life to share in a 17-syllable poem, often featuring nature imagery, condensing a feeling into a brief moment?