Haiku, July 9, 2020

dawn hidden by clouds

songbirds boldly chattering

gentle summer’s breeze

A morning after a restless night. Coffee far too late, perhaps. My ears attuned to the night, hearing so very much, sleep came with difficulty to late to be useful. Once I woke, the morning calmness and quietude spoke to me. 

Early Morning, June27, 2020

an ocean of sound

boldly starting the day

the sky remains dark

Pre-dawn tones, birds and insects chatter, apart yet together. Robins, crickets, then crows: acoustic motion across my consciousness.

Saturday morning, just a few more days left of June. Many types of chronological motion, too, greying my hair. Speaking to me of near ancient memories. Ancient, at least, in terms of humanity, of human life-spans.