Morning Haiku Poem by michael oliver

Entering the door
Me and the restless wasp meet
The season changes

In cutting my grass
The garden is tidier
But feeling sadness

Before the sunrise
The leaves are a whispering
The sky has secrets

Clouds predicting rain
A pigeon is discussing
A moment's merit

The morning sunlight
Passing by the wine glasses
Summons up an old mood

On the Buddleia
Butterflies are talkative
Ignore the sunlight

Purple Buddleia wind tossed
flying random two butterflies
Clapping their wings, land
Warm sunlight pushed aside

With a morning draft
An image writ with sunlight
On slats of the blind

Without any thought
Branches - leaves at a discourse
Concur with the breeze