Contemplating Those Ancient Japanese Masters of Haiku While Remembering a Dream About Taking Communion with My Mother as I Gaze out on a Crisp Fall Day in Atlanta and Eat a Peanut Butter and Jelly Lunchable Under a Dogwood Tree:

I feel there must be some trickery
under those ceremonial kimonos.
After giving you the time, location, the weather, and sometimes the meal of the day,
all in the title,
even I could guess their emotional state
with just 17 syllables.