Poetry – Page 88 – Carl Setzer: Word Shaper

A Morning Haiku

early morning blooms

boldly standing in the cold

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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

along the water

the breeze carries the salty air

my grandfather’s voice

the morning darkness

this unwelcome wakefulness

morning quietude

a view to the west

looking over the water

calmness of sunlight

rain held back
clouds hide the sun
a rose glowing

moonlight through the clouds
the wind’s grace bringing it forth
dreams await me soon

sitting, pen in hand
crafting poems while it rains
glorious coffee

embraced by the night
walking, the air freeing me
birds high overhead

raindrops define me
their mumbled movement downwards
the earth’s gratitude