Portland Haiku

i’m getting tired
of the grind, day in day out.
let’s liven things up.

a wet and warm day.
finally feels like winter,
here in my portland.

night falls earlier
and earlier every day
as the days grow short.

this day begins cool.
i know the heat waits outside,
just out of vision.

it is late again.
i am not surprised this time.
happens every day.

i only found out,
too late to really enjoy,
it was a nice day.

pushing through the day,
to reach the end and relax.
the good things in life.

another bright day.
so i go riding around,
just enjoying it.

the day passes by,
only time marking movement.
i do not notice.

to begin a day
in darkness, to end in light.
this is how it is.