A Poem a Day (449): A rush of daylight & 3 other haiku

 
 
A rush of daylight
disperses in lemon sheets.
We can’t set the tune.
 

A howl in the night.
Skinny frame tied to a post
waits for dawn’s biscuit.
 

We are more than total,
an uncalculated mass,
our spare parts moving.
 

This is day, uncut
into hours or minutes.
A wash of being.

 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 5 2021