Portland Haiku

a week at home ends.
sadly, i return to work
tomorrow. again.

rain falls, not so cold.
very wet, all it touches.
i try to stay dry.

not just for my mind.
it only wanders confused,
seeking some meaning.

time becomes languid,
seeping past, covering all,
trailing memories.

golden sun dripping
cool light blown across the sky
kissing me softly.

green strawberry shoots
resting in black compost soil,
wait for light filled days.

i attempt to pause,
take a deep breath and relax.
my mind will not stop.

snow falls then melts off,
it could have never been here.
it’s barely wet now.

saturday begins
with a happy smile for dad
from my daughter.

i am fighting sleep,
a battle i wish to lose.
so why continue?