The cats cuddle close
wanting the warmth of my skin
offering their fur.
No leaves sprouting yet,
but the warmer, longer light
promises they’ll come.
Crowded coffee shops
overheated in the
rain of broken voices.
Sunset mid-evening
lights over the pier are twinned
in water, dawning.
Reasonable dawn
glows white outside my window,
strange swaddled morning.
sunset mid-evening
lights over the pier are twinned
in water, dawning
Brightly overcast
where the sky, this morning, wept,
like all seasons here.
A note about Haiku: A while back, I decided to write one (or more) haiku a day about my life. These are semi-traditional haiku: I used seasonal imagery to explore my transient experiences, but I didn’t follow any other content rules. I also used English syllables instead of Japanese morae.
