The sun’s unashamed,
Proud and bright in morning skies,
No clouds in my sight.

The days run faster,
Skipping through weeks, catching months,
All thrown back and gone.
As complex as simple is.
The sun’s unashamed,
Proud and bright in morning skies,
No clouds in my sight.

The days run faster,
Skipping through weeks, catching months,
All thrown back and gone.
It’s a gorgeous day,
The sky is blue, the sun shines,
Cares just drift away!

Time for BBQs,
Get family and friends ’round,
Having a good time.
Why date each Haiku?
It’s a daily thing to do!
Keeping a record.
A misty morning,
Up early today and out,
It’s train, train and train.
Easter is welcome,
Eggs and more, a lovely rest,
That’s what I like best!
Photos from my phone,
Taken yesterday ev’ning,
Some trees at sunset.

I like moon photos,
One a day if I can do.
Quite a collection.
The trouble with time,
Is that it lasts a moment,
Not a second more.
This is my time now,
Am present here just being,
So here many times.
What do you expect?
Rubbish in so rubbish out,
True for Government!
I sense a Haiku,
Lurking in my subconscious,
Leaking slowing through.
It can be funny,
The way things turn out sometimes,
I like that a lot.
I’m reaching my goal,
Enough Haiku for a book,
Pictures too, to help it!
Mist hangs in the air,
Hiding and disguising things,
To slowly reveal.
They saved Notre Dame,
Pompiers de Paris praised,
A hard brave battle.
Forced to write some more,
Connection is so stubborn,
Not uploading yet.
What a funny day,
From sun shine to skies of grey,
I say, “Come what may!”
I like rain or shine,
So whatever it is fine.
The day is still mine.
One mornings deadline,
Seconds tick away quickly,
As it’s done at last.