Haiku 12 Mar

Late winter, late day
sunlight brightly drenching cold
white window curtains

Haiku 9.8

Gold curtains fade rose
then white gray as day plummets.
Cat bathes on the sill.

morning sun shifts tiredly
across half turned faces
on the inbound train

We struggle in glass
boxes that glimmer every
shade of the sun

based on a remnant from a 1987 poem that slid quickly and mercifully into much-deserved oblivion

promises glint off
buildings, ribbon the windows
of the morning train

One generously
orange tabby curled in a window
perfectly placed

Sunlight sags onto
afternoon mists and buoyed clouds
shift without purpose