February, 2019 - Haiku Book

Sunday 24/02/19 Spring

You might think its Spring!
The sun’s shining, sky is blue.
Daffodils in bloom.

So good to see this,
Time to get out and enjoy.
It feels nice and warm.

I went for a walk,
Snapped this birdie in a tree.
I liked its swagger.

Maybe, a Great Tit,
This little birdie poses.
Though, hardly kept still.

Hand held, long zoom, shot,
Sixty times zoom, focus, shoot!
Again, then again!

Cold water pouring,
Gur-gurgling into the glass,
So, so refreshing.

The day looks so good,
The sun is shining brightly
I’m feeling lazy,

I might play guitar,
Sing a song or write a song,
When I find the chords.

Where is your Haiku?
What does it say, what’s it like?
Can I help with that?

Plenty of options,
And ideas to construct,
Your Haiku poem.

New to this? That’s fine!
Only for fun – Create it!
Where will you use it?

Biscuits in my tea,
Really make me think, yippee!
Tasty morning snack.

My love is music,
That’s in perfect harmony,
Hitting the right notes.

Notes cascading down,
Like tunes down a waterfall,
Crash in harmony.

Let the good times roll,
Don’t care if you’re young or old,
Let them roll, baby.

Yes, I’m a blues fan,
BB King’s a favourite
Always makes me smile.

I’ve heard him play live,
Three times, shook his leathery hand,
And Lucille touched me.

The sky’s amazing,
The way it changes its look,
Time and time again.

The sky’s playful clouds,
Blue and white in many shapes,
My constant delight.

Misty morning roads,
Making things to dissappear,
And lights shining bright.

It’s not very cold,
Wet, yes it’s wet, you feel it.
Good to get inside.

The London Griffins,
Still survive, they’re well hidden.
Magical creatures!

I want to find them,
Photograph and keep them all,
Safe where I can see.

They say there’s no worth,
Of something given freely.
Even a poem.

I don’t believe it,
The poem speaks for itself.
Sometimes so loudly.