Early e.o.d. Haiku

Everything strange
when i leave work at about four
there is still daylight.

November

Cold rain is drizzling
biking through puddles at night
mirrors of silver.

Run in Rain Haiku

Cristal clear water
in the path through the meadow
i enjoy running.

foreboding fall haiku

The first trees are bald
i see no one walking empty fields
when will the birds fly?