Dirt, seed, sprinklers’ arcs
Barefoot in the final warmth
Of early autumn
Morning ritual
Nightly chore — 10 toes tingling
Re-arranging arcs
Water, watch, and wait
Trinity of nature’s faith
No choice but to hope
Green shoots push up dirt,
Push back death, each tiny blade
Its own miracle
Greg's Hack-u 
Every one of your haikus is excellent. When are you going to release Book 2? When are you going to consider getting some publicity about your amazing work?