It is going in,
yes my famous Haiku book,
that’s being written.
I love each Friday,
for the time ahead no less,
and to do my stuff.
I use a pencil,
and sketch the poems out,
and see how they look.
I write in pictures,
forming the branches of trees,
with its leaves and fruit.
The coffee taste great,
with each sip of bitter sweet
fuelling ideas.
The mug’s empty now,
but still the coffee flavours,
crafts it poetry.
Tasteful sensations,
like coffee inspirations
make my writing fun.
