Daily Haiku – Page 111

Upon my couch

Fighting this illness
Wheezing more than I can stand
Rainfall comforts me

Distraction, empty;
“Now”, the moment powerful.
Rain flows from branches

False power calling
The allure of fear and rage.
Hope always triumphs.

Deeply frustrating
My autocorrect errors
Failure of my eyes

Now I’ve become lost
Aimlessly within my dreams
Nightly quietude

My values are deep
A key: generosity.
But would they hold true?

Sunlight descending
Clouds alight behind mountains
Crispness upon wind

Manic busyness
Sunlight slowly reclaims days.
January rains

The sun collapses
Into itself, within dreams
Hope’s power calming

Remembering songs,
Falling earthward from the stars,
Gracefully dreaming