Portland Haiku

cold morning, hot day,
sunshine, windy, bright white clouds.
summer turns to fall.

hot days are coming.
morning’s cool moderation
will soon come undone.

another morning,
brightens up. spilling sunlight,
starting a new day.

early morning fuzz,
enveloping, surrounding.
to thick to see through.

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

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

the cold, dark mornings,
wait for me outside each day.
embracing my life.

early, i am pushed,
to wake up before the sun.
slowly, i become morning.

staring at a field,
in the cold chill of morning.
letting my mind go.

early morning rise
to do the things i must do.
that’s the way it is.