Portland Haiku

winter has arrived.
bringing no torrent of rain,
but a sharp cold wind

the color of leaves
strike me most skittering down
on blustery wind.

fall creeping on in,
stumbling over turning leaves.
a bright cool wind blows.

kites fly overhead.
wind playing with string, grasping
my kite playfully.

time slips by like wind
unseen, but felt around me.
breathing in and out.

riding through the wind,
dull silver reflections pass.
moments slide by.

winter pushing wind,
the east shoves against the west.
freezing cold hits me.

finite and frozen,
we are stuck. unmovable,
till the wind breaks us.

chillin in my mind,
chillin in the wind outside.
i am blown away.

wind chills, cuts through me
seeking shelter behind doors
teeth chatter briefly