Haiku Book

It’s time to scoot,
and find a place big enough,
for the both of us.

Just nettles and grass,
with some splashes of sunlight,
showing the detail.

And as the sun set,
I watched the changing colours,
and patterns of light.

How the water flows,
is like music to my ears,
and peace to my soul.

This bee’s too busy,
getting stuck in this flower,
and shaking it butt.

Growing by the road,
unsubtle wild roses,
flaunting their pinkness.

Please don’t ignore me,
just see my gentle beauty,
looking to the sun.

Just over the gate,
a sun setting was waiting,
but couldn’t stay long.

London’s home to me,
barmy days and barmy nights,
and a lot to do.

Journeys always end,
some are easy and some hard,
arrive, and it’s done.