Black bird says, “Hello!”
Busy there doing nothing,
But looking good here.

You can find me on
Instagram, haikubook1,
I’m just starting there.
As complex as simple is.
I like to go out walking, especially at the weekends, but also during the week
Black bird says, “Hello!”
Busy there doing nothing,
But looking good here.

You can find me on
Instagram, haikubook1,
I’m just starting there.
Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.

Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.
There where bluebells grow,
So blue among the green trees,
Filling the whole ground.

A wonder to see,
Bluebells in enchanted woods.
The wind whispers too.
“Where is it?” You ask!
Wander across the green bridge,
And follow one path.
Another nice day,
I went for a walk today,
I saw some nice things.

The sun shone brightly,
The clear skies were crystal blue,
Not a drop of rain.
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.
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.
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.
I need a good break,
A good holiday away,
It’s Easter this week.
The sun is low now,
Hanging on for this evening,
Still looking so good.

A rose’s still a rose!
No matter how grave it looks.
This a lovely red.