Environment - Haiku Book

Friday 12/04/19 Time

Took some time off work,
Wandering around London,
Coffee tastes so good.

I have things to do,
So taking it easy now,
Getting these things done.

The day is so nice,
The clouds forming playful shapes.
Makes me start to guess.

It’s that time again!
Time for bed and sweet sleeping,
Drift away on clouds.

The moon’s a thin slice,
Shrouded in mist it glows through,
So much in shadow.

It’s so gray today,
The mist hangs from cloudy skies,
Enshroulding the land.

The train speeding on,
Uncaring and un-seeing,
Sees not, Spring’s waiting!

The rain this Sunday,
Helps the springtime plants and grass,
Gives me muddy boots.

I need to get out,
And walk a little outside,
Sit for long inside.

Greasy Grey explains,
To Blame the Brexiteers,
For the Brexit mess.

The cold bright and cold,
Potentially a great day.
Let’s see what it brings!

I found this grey stone,
Beneath the plants and shadows,
And it caught my eye.

The way the shadow,
Lay across this stone, I liked,
And took this photo.

I’ve found some old stuff,
A verse or two I’ve written,
And not yet published.

Nothing to say now,
My mind’s refusing to work,
Sleep is sneaking up.

The sky has great clouds,
Some large and like mountains high,
Some small and many.

There are some that stretch,
Across the sky in layers,
Drifting ever on.

Blossom on the trees,
That calls the springtime forth,
In eye catching style.

Soon, summer will come.
Here too soon and then it’s gone.
I’ll feel I’ve missed it.

There is a new start,
Definite or uncertain,
Begin it today.

The sun in its sky,
Sitting bright in its blueness,
Promising so much.