Haiku Book

London looking south,
across this mighty river,
one cold march evening.

Blossom wet with dew,
early morning for a few,
I was one of them.

Springtimes sunlight shines,
infusing heart, mind and soul,
with sun rays of hope.

Some older catkins,
can be eaten, if younger,
from the hazel tree.

The crow always sees,
highly perched on top of trees,
in menacing gangs.

You can not stop spring,
so, stand back and enjoy it;
living the moment.

The sky through the tree,
brings the promise of summer,
and the joys of spring.

Getting older sucks,
it is sad how beauty fades,
and wisdom evades.

I had fish and chips,
the best I’ve had for a while,
and that’s made me smile.

I’m a lunatic
and I watch all the phases,
always on repeat.