Night stops at the edge. /
Clouds crawl from the horizon. /
Stars gather the sunrise.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Dawn”
Night stops at the edge. /
Clouds crawl from the horizon. /
Stars gather the sunrise.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Earth morning”
Rain plucks at the soil /
Thunder cackles through the clouds /
Earth’s face awakens.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Whisper”
Clouds whisper your name /
Lips the touch of echoed dreams /
flutter like flowers.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “night”
Clouds part into night /
Raindrops sparked in moonlight /
Winter reaches home.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Monday”
If Monday were my /
lover, I’d caress its clouds /
and dabble in light.
[Writer’s note: This is the first in a series of haiku involving the days of week. It may work out; it may only work out somewhat; it may not work out at all. Only way to find out and read them as they appear and decide.]
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Clouds”
Clouds lumped together;
left over from the night’s tears.
Dreams stain the morning.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Dawn into day”
High, crimson cirrus;
low, purple, bruised cumulus:
dawn fights into day.
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Clouds arch (amended)
White clouds arch upward,
brushing the lips of heaven.
Pleasantries exchanged.
[Editor’s note. With only a few words to work with, I decided I needed something a little more evocative than “the.” that lead me to try several things, including white. For the moment, I have decided upon white. But maybe you can think of some other work that might work better for you. Maybe, “the” works better for you. That is the beauty of writing: there can be variations.]
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Clouds arch
The clouds arch upward,
brushing the lips of heaven.
Pleasantries exchanged.
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