Practice Prompt: Haiku about early mornings
- All worries and fears not yet re-realized
- Death hitting again like a ton of bricks
- Listening to the birds still singing anyway, sun still shining
- Realizing life goes on so look for happiness where it presents itself
Eyes blink into light
no weight yet on my chest bones,
the world still feels whole.
Then, breath catches sharp.
Her name flickers in my mind.
Silence answers back.
Yet the sun still rose,
golden fingers through the blinds,
warming empty rooms.
Birdsong spills like wine,
soft refrains of something sweet
in a world still bruised.
Steam curls from my cup.
Three bright strawberries glisten.
I let morning in.