Camera I Snap in a blink, With one eye to memory — split time like a hair.

Overcast Clouds deny Sun’s claim — filters, muting light down here we reflect surplus.

Autumn Mornings grow colder – rushing to get out the door; preparing for snow.

Difficult How can I relate In just seventeen short sounds? Nothing’s that simple.

I’m thinking about a daily haiku, perhaps – so I’m starting now: Alone Madly tapping thumbs, Isolation is complete – please put down your phones.