Portland Haiku

the winter deepens,
on this clear night sky; shining
stars beckoning rain.

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

a summer night falls,
cool and humid on portland.
i dream of lightning.

a late night sitting
inside, against the dark heat.
thinking hot and slow.

the day turning dark.
slower, slowly night comes on.
bright gray fades to black.

clouds filling the sky.
a silver moon floats above.
the night is quiet.

bright, cool, and clear days.
short bursts of winter color.
then the long night falls.

sleep calling with night,
a dark clear sky brings a chill.
eyes heavy, dimming.

the weekend ending.
night has fallen, eyes fading.
approaching bed time.

waking up to night,
only to work through the day.
how did this happen?