pinks of dawn

haiku

unique pinks of dawn

carry the warmth of hope and

promise to renew

awkward spring

  a few days of sun

warm enough to stay outdoors

to replant seedlings and sprinkle

seeds over disturbed slopes

in hopes of roots to hold the hills

and grace with flowers

but this morning heavy dew

and promise of rain

even hint of scattered thunder

spring’s awkward finding balance                                  

de-desiccating

cold rain, so long forgotten

for these drought dust months

green now as though each raindrop

painted blade after blade

leaf upon leaf

with the promise that not all seasons

are bone-desiccating summer

laugh of the morning

outlandish smudge of dawn

like blackened orange

smeared at the distant horizon

more threatening than promising

the imminence of a new day

                        mjNordgren  9/26/2022   N

of many greens

 so many intensities and hues of green

lime, jade, khaki, sea, bottle, emerald

pale near white, sickly gray

greens barely lifting from yellow; and those leaning hard on blue

jubilant greens with silver bellies flashing joy in the caress of the wind

tall, stately, haunting forest greens

mocking takeover blackberry leaves

with stems of thorns bruising black and pricking red to mimic ripening fruit

tender blades, fragile with new spring

tough corn husks, tanned brown to protect luscious yellow kernels

summer-suffering dirty, gray-brown

greens begging for autumn rains

evergreens dotting fields of snow

promising myriad greens if the rolling seasons continue to come

               Forest Grove to Lincoln City

hoped-for relief

haiku

 gentle dawn snuggling

cool-wrapped clouds, hoped-for relief

of heat smothered fields

wind-driven stars and stripes

 awing, what a piece of cloth can say

curling, whipping upwards like a flame

twisting, unfurling to full banner in the wind

silently relating history and sacrifice

pride, hope, people striving for better

extending white and red as though to reach for freedom for everyone

showcasing stars, that, like celestial bodies above, shine on all below

long may it wave

layered sunrise

thunderous blue cloudbank wedged upward by pink-purples

a tier of magenta and another of orange-gold

each layer succeeded by brighter rose-golds infused

with incipient sunlight,startling with promise

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from my foothill of the Coastal Range with Mt. Hood just awakening.