Boundless Nature (Haiku Series #105)

Endless

Gentle breeze blowing

Autumn leaves fluttering down—

Fading memories    

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Relief

Pollen count drops low

Refreshing air we now breathe—

Morning rains arrive

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Hiding

Morning’s early dawn

Fog blankets each creek and pond—

What mysteries wait?

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Morning Waits

cold dark eerie fear

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Morning arrives, but not really too sure

Mysterious blanket stretches overnight

Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure

It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight

 

Tree tops arise above this soupy fog

Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense

While the sun waits, taking a long jog

Waiting on nature, makes huge sense

 

School delays pop up on the morning news

Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep

Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view

Headaches for parents, their day in a heap

 

Calmness and stillness thrive without wind

Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night

Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send

Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight

 

Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”

On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright

Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within

Warning all of danger, fog covers the light

 

Small town’s main street, deserted to all

Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through

Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls

Local police look out, very little to view

 

Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores

There is time for another cup of brew

A rancher returns for coffee and more

His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue

 

Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup

Better the early birds, hang out in their coop

tray of cinnamon

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Foggy Rain

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Morning arrives filled with much rain and fog

The view outside looks more like soggy smog

The arrival of another day brings a new, fresh start

Hopefully a writer’s words will be like a work of art

Twinkling street lights appear through the wet haze

The sun’s illumination will remain hidden all this day

Sounds of rain splashing against the window’s glass

This morning mist looks to find a home at long last

Perhaps the intense rain will inspire a pen to write

Maybe words will arrive with impressions so right

The calmness evaporates as a gentle wind arrives

The steady rain matures as its intensity thrives

Rain hurls through the air in a sideways manner

The large drops sound as loud as a jackhammer

Lightning flashes across the foggy, gray sky

Rumbling thunder echoes as if a jet flies by

The worn, wooden planks of the patio deck shine

A slippery sheen generates added beauty so fine

The sky lightens up for a moment or two

Nature’s own light offers a beautiful view

Now the rain restarts with amounts far too much

Flooding may bring for some an absence of luck

The day will continue to be soggy and wet for all

At least this poem has answered a writer’s call