It’s surprising me,
The way that time’s quickly flown,
One more year is gone.
It’s time to do it,
To write a small Haiku book,
And publish it soon.
I’ve inspiration,
The Melody of the night,
The Songs through the day.
As complex as simple is.
It’s surprising me,
The way that time’s quickly flown,
One more year is gone.
It’s time to do it,
To write a small Haiku book,
And publish it soon.
I’ve inspiration,
The Melody of the night,
The Songs through the day.
I got up early,
Things to do and guests coming,
I fell at the first.
I need some coffee,
Black and soothing, in a mug,
Then the day can start.
Well, he pinched my nuts,
And ran away,
To eat them,
Then came back for more!
The beanies tumble,
Draining and dragging me down,
I stagger back home.
Work consumes my time,
Reports, meetings and travel,
Still, my books live on.
What a rainy day,
Good for frogs, ducks and seagulls,
Not my holey shoes!
Biscuits in coffee,It sounds wrong but, tastes so good. French dunk sugar cubes!?
Cheeky Squirrel stares, “Where have you hidden the nuts?” “Next time!” I reply.
Tensions pull and tense,
The air’s filled with sweet suspense,
Waiting’s half the fun.
Words like playing cards,
In fifty-two card pick up,
That’s before they land!
I just need to write,
The words crowd my mind, bulging,
‘Til they tumble out.
Cheeky Squirrel stops,
“You won’t get my nuts!” He says,
And then he poses!
Dawn comes, drags her feet,
Bringing autumns shorter days,
But she knows, she must.
Train trys, but no go!
A little rain,
Can stop trains,
Going slow’s a pain.
Well, the weather turns,
The autumn’s in full swing now,
Leaves nothing to doubt.
The train rumbles on,
Consuming the miles ahead,
One-stop at a time.
There’s a wind of change,
That’s blowing across this land,
Rumours, doubtful, roam.
The falling raindrop,
Left its warm cloud,
And jumped out!
No parachute, toots!
I travelled the world,
Yes, on a single shoestring,
Swing,
Slide,
Scrap,
Scream,
Laugh!
I’m a hopeful case,
I look through rose-tinted specs,
With realistic heart.
Let’s meet here next year,
On this wooden bench,
Somewhere.
Read our books aloud.
The puddle grew large,
As rain filled it up,
And then,
It became a stream.
Ham sandwich for lunch,
A little mustard for taste,
With a mug of tea.
The day breaks brightly,
Blue skies soar,
As most still sleep.
I’m in a good place.
I’m working on it,
Best time Saturday morning,
Coffee helps a lot!
Getting my book done,
156,
Pages so far now.
Thinking about things,
And recalling some good times,
More to come,
I know!
The Weekend’s coming,
And looking good,
All the way!
Enjoy and have fun!
Running for the train,
People crowd, get in the way,
They want you to stay!