Paul Willason Poet Haiku

Morning Meditations

faithful as always  -
my old body waits for me
to wake up.

first light -
through an open window
the sound of trembling leaves.

early morning -
already the edges of the day
are beyond reach.

sunlit room -
my dreams have left
another layer of dust.

in the window -
morning trying to find focus
through my own reflection.

new day -
once again I leave a little more 
of myself behind.

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Gershon Wolf January 10, 2025 at 1:40 PM 'another layer of dust.' Well, I like to think that in your case, Paul, it's only a coating of rust. And once you remove that, you are back to yourself as one fine writer. Peace, Gershon Paul Willason January 12, 2025 at 1:56 PM So kind of you dear Gershon...already out in my shed rummaging for that can of rust remover. Take care...

Deb M January 9, 2025 at 2:26 PM Yay Paul you’re back…..with a Paul special hehe! I liked this from start to end…the first and last stanzas being my favourites! The last stanza left me feeling a little sad! I hope you are well my friend? Debx Paul Willason January 10, 2025 at 3:42 AM Such a lovely greeting my dear Deb...thankyou. Pleased you found the poem/s worth a read. Many years ago I fed quite a few thick folders with haiku...most, sadly, have gone missing. Of late, tried my hand again. Good to hear from you...treasured.