A friend of mine gave me a small journal-type book for my haiku poems.  When I’m done scribbling on scraps, getting them okayed by two or three critics (I’d say ‘vetted’ if that word hadn’t been flogged to death), I write them nicely in the book.  Here are some examples:

Rain pounding through wind
Wakens the restless spirits
They slide between drops.

The heavens observe
Twined bodies drifting nightly
Through their lazy dance.

When a soul is lost
The wind may rage or whisper
And all is silence.

I love this book:)