Haiku About Morning and Dawn

Morning haiku are often about starting over. Ryan Waters writes that FROM EACH MORNING WOMB, people slip, stumble, crawl and walk, and the poem ends by saying we MAKE OURSELVES ANEW. Dawn in this poem is a birth that repeats, and each day asks us to learn to walk again.

Colors you can taste

Keith Simmonds finds a SYMPHONY OF LIGHT on a waterfall and names the smell of it, AROMA OF DAWN. J.C. Elkin sees a SALMON SKY SHOT BLUE that sparks the morning with surprise, and calls it VISUAL CAFFEINE. Light has a scent in one and a jolt in the other, which suits an hour when we are not fully awake.

The sun as spider

Neil Ellman writes of a SUN LIKE A SPIDER that spins silk around the earth. The image is both lovely and a little unnerving, and the final line, MORNING’S GOLDEN DEW, finishes the web with drops of water. Craig Kittner’s sky is gentler: a FIRST BLUSH OF COLOR and a PEACH SKY peeking through magnolia branches until HUMMINGBIRD ARRIVES.

Fog and a stubborn mind

Andrea Potyondy-Smith watches fog that SHROUDS THE MEADOW, a GELID, HAZY CLOAK that gives way as the day advances. Michael Flanagan faces a harder obstacle in the speaker’s own head: stepping into THE NEW DAWN while CLINGING TO MY DISORDER.

Questions readers ask

Why does morning feel like a fresh start in so many poems?

Because every day starts the same way, and a poem can use that to say something is beginning without announcing it.

Is a coffee poem a morning haiku or a food haiku?

Both. Katherine Sukeforth’s SCENT OF COFFEE fills the air in a MORNING CONTENTMENT, and the poem belongs wherever a reader goes looking for it. The food page holds tea and the table; coffee lives here with the hour it marks.

More themes to read

Evening and NightHopeRivers and LakesFood and DrinkPeace and StillnessAll themes

Last reviewed November 2026. Poems are the work of the poets credited and link to their pages in the original issues.