December, 2019 - Haiku Book

Monday 09/12/19

I’m counting the days,
For elections and Christmas,
What will cost the most?

Another work day,
Bus, train and walking both ways,
Nine hours rest between.

I had a small break,
Took the weekend to chill out,
But now, I’m about.

The wind blew all day,
It nearly blew me away,
It tried, I must say.

Obedient dogs,
Multicoloured quadrupeds,
Waiting patiently.

Punctuation late,
The sentences just won’t wait.
Words cry,
“Let us speak!”

Each word reaching out,
Holding the reader captive,
The plot closing in.

Today is Friday,
And some say that’s Freyas day,
A main Norse goddess.

With golden apples,
All the gods ate to stay young,
Where can I get some?

If it was like that,
There’d orchards of these apples,
All over the place.

Here’s my masterpiece,
This small Haikus’ painted word.
Delicately placed.

Today is Thursday,
To some it’s Thors day, Thunder,
The Norse god of war.

Let’s do a third one,
The red sky outside distracts,
And paints better words.

Train waiting to leave,
Must find my ticket and seat,
And Coffee will help.

Today (‘s/is) Wednesday (Wensday)
Some say it is Wodens’ day,
Touch wood it isn’t.

There’s a certain light,
That dawn has, it seems to glow.
It worth waiting for.

Where does it all go,
The work, the effort,
You know,
Building foundations?

It is a Tuesday,
News day,
Blues day,
And choose day,
The third one for me!

I’m using the time,
I’m writing my book and blog now,
And using it well.

The morning sky red,
The clouds show the rising sun,
Clothed in scarlet robes.

December is here,
It’s here, that wind up, wind down,
These few days before.

I hope you do care,
For all these Haiku I share,
One speaks out to you.

The shorter evenings,
Don’t wait on the setting sun,
It’s dark and that’s it.