365 haikus

a haiku for every day of 2021

[heather-breeze]

#020

Freezing temps belie Sunny blue skies of morning The air is crystal

[heather-breeze]

#019

Fresh out of lyrics He hums the tune and he hopes The words come will back

[heather-breeze]

#018

Running out of steam Can I do this a whole year? Let’s see how it goes.

[heather-breeze]

#017

Seasons blend; they fall into one another; we’re outdoors every day

[heather-breeze]

#016

Has time even passed? Comforting consistency. You still feel the same.

[heather-breeze]

#015

Friday nights are still Bedtime is still pre-midnight Just like a weekday

[heather-breeze]

#014

Self-medication Is chasing that runner’s high Dusk is the most clear

[heather-breeze]

#013

I broke a silence four months of minimal words it does feel peaceful

[heather-breeze]

#012

You both fixed and broke A dozen things inside me - I’m caught between them.

[heather-breeze]

#011

too soon we forget our old habits and routines; makes way for new norms

[heather-breeze]

#010

Steam rises from a nondescript, white paper cup - Coffee, or hot cocoa?

[heather-breeze]

#009

Went on a bike ride A blue sky is all it takes to energize hearts

[heather-breeze]

#008

blue sky and sunshine comes through the basement window makes such difference

[heather-breeze]

#007

Running through sunsets Feels like cheating the usual grey and cold weather

[heather-breeze]

capitol mobsters these are not our protestors. they are criminals.

[heather-breeze]

#005

Many decisions in the span of just one year quadruple whirlwind

[heather-breeze]

#004

Silly to grieve that which was never mine before; it hurts anyway