Cool breeze in the air, The dawn sky winks “good morning” To the rising sun.
A void in my soul- 5 days, no haikus written. My pen awakens.
Five o’clock howling, Puppy is ready to play- Nature’s alarm clock.
Early morning haze, with dew-covered consciousness- Where is my coffee?
Speak your truth out loud- No hesitation, no fear. Spread your wings and fly!
Dew on blades of grass, Fog lifting, eyes opening- Rising with the sun.
Aroma travels, Awakening my senses- Fresh-ground coffee brews.