November, 2019 - Haiku Book

Sunday 17/11/19

The great begin small,
The great oak from the acorn,
The book from a word.

No one combs the bee,
Yet they keep a lovely coat,
Of those well kept hairs

Going to London,
Got to sort out a few things,
Get a good outcome.

Trees yellow and brown,
And their leaves are falling down.
Laying on the ground.

Yes it is Friday,
Riding that train going home,
So good – time to write.

It is going well,
And I am still learning to spell,
One book at a time.

Well the story’s told,
The film rights and books are sold,
For notes you can fold.

The day’s cold and wet,
The rain dripping through the trees,
Makes a poor shelter.

I’m cucumber cool,
Wise to some,
Others a fool.
Influencing tool.

It is Wodens’ day,
Some still call it Wednesday,
Or other way round.

We keep it going,
Day after day they come,
I can’t stop them now!

The cold nips my heels,
I wrap up warm against it,
A daily battle.

A minutes silence,
At eleven don’t forget,
A time to reflect.

The train’s moving fast,
The towns race past in a blur,
The early rain’s stopped.

Sunday was a blur,
Lots to do and finished none,
It went too quickly.

The parades were good,
I remembered those lost too,
From my family.

The start of something,
Out of context,
Not perplexed,
Something beautiful.

Little and sometimes,
Some say often,
Some say much,
A see food diet.

On days like today,
The morning light plays around,
And has a pureness.

One year to the day,
This blog site has displayed,
A Haiku each day.