Month: December 2021

December is here,
and what will be next then, Christmas?
I can feel it too.

I like hot coffee,
and soon though it will cool down,
and I drink it cold.

The leave have all left,
and naked trees stand bewildered,
waving their bare limbs.

There are signs of hope.
in every poem written,
that is my intent.

Time will not stay long,
and strange that we call it names,
like a boring time.

There is much to do,
I need for time to finish,
and finish I must.

I work on one page,
and look to finish that soon,
and start the next one.

I’m on the lookout,
for a change in the future,
something that’s special.

The weather is cold,
and the wind is very bold,
and blows in my face.

I’m writing a book,
of my Haiku Poems soon,
and will publish it.

What is on my mind?
I struggle with that question,
for my mind is blank.

It is the weekend,
and I need a good long rest,
tucked up in bed’s best.

Situation stable,
and life line is not required,
just a little air.