Category: Run Haiku

The thick air
Withholds it’s wealth
From the thirsty soil

Silhouettes
Needle beaks and blurred wings
Prepare for dawn

Wind-rustled leaves
Enter the forest
The air cools

Morning darkness
Just start running
The sun will come

Fog in the branches
Fox lowers in the grass
Soundlessly

Sandy trails
The burnt forest
Grows again

Crisp air
Soft blanket of fog
Birds wake to sing

Engines start slowly
Head into Thursday
Sluggish

Rustling poplars
Webs hung from grasses
Suspending time

Forgotten numbers
Patch of blue sky
Burst through the clouds