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. 

I Delight In White Noise 

White noise’s beauty 

Hiding the fearful silence 

This mountain of sand 

Sometimes I find it hard to sleep in deep silence. Perhaps it’s the urbanite within me. I find comfort in sound. But would I find peace within the raucousness of the jungle?