Category: Run Haiku

Jetstream travelers
Miss out, from their lofty view
On fresh blossom scents

The early runners
Pierce the morning stillness
With silent footsteps

Snow a memory
Today my desert throat craves
Water, with ice please

Early morning miles
On the trail less traveled
Song birds take flight

Dark storms of night pass
Day breaks with extra mercy
The wet grass twinkles

Dark, foreboding clouds
Wind rushes through fresh leaves
Bright promise of rain

Fresh scent after rain
Birds sing, the world turns green
A skunk ventures out

Weekly ritual
Runners meet to make the rounds
And watch the sun rise

Morning stillness
Low-hanging mist whispers
– Do not disturb

The long road stretches
Under boundless morning skies
Open hand and breath