Portland Haiku

life is a challenge.
blatantly true, obvious.
see it for itself.

sunny cold and bright.
wind whips through trees. falling leaves,
green, red, and yellow.

rain falling, thrumming.
seasons changing, turning dark.
winter is coming.

quick thoughts come slowly,
in the quiet morning hour,
still waiting to wake.

the weekend draws close.
slow down, get to bed early,
and do it again.

a smile flashes by,
to see the spark of knowing,
is a joy for all.

the weekend arrives.
another week down, over,
time for family, rest.

change and hope, just words.
thoughts become more than action.
a dream, to be free.

the sun breaks outside.
crows fly by in this first light,
drawing me to morn.