Get out now, flourish
in the community of
goodness around you.

My quiet is rich
with ticks, chirps, gurgles and sighs,
a blanket of calm.

Two hour delay
– of what? Now is the most right
moment for living.

In half light of dawn
all white seems improbable.
What things get buried?

4 haiku at 7:13 AM, December 4, 2023