Three windows above
my desk frame the trees outside —
green portrait of limbs and leaves.
I scrubbed my desk last
night so today I could write
with a cleared head.
Twelve hours blazed past
to now, my eyes blurred and red,
grateful for the end.
My weary eyes dive
into the living green scene
just beyond my reach.
A perfect evocation of the 12 hours. You set the scene from the first line, and the poem gains momentum until the penultimate line. Good work.
I agree with Britton. I love how your haiku captured specific moments and expressed much more.