Thursday, September 10, 2009

morning sky

bird songs competing
with the roar of morning cars

who will win the race?

damp gravel crunches

my shoes get coated by dew

morning smells so fresh

pale sky glows so white

sun peeks around a building

here comes the blue now


Anonymous said...

here comes the blue now...

oh how beautiful!

love your haiku, Janet, every time I stop by in the blue now,


Janet said...

thanks Kathy!