Personal - Haiku Book

Friday 20/12/19

Friday is here now,
The weekend brings us closer,
To this Christmas day.

Hush a bye baby,
In the treetop,
When it blows,
The cradle will rock.

Jack Sprat eat no fat,
His wife wasn’t lean, it seems,
She eats anything.

Good luck, O My Hearties!
Wherever you roam, or drive,
And travel safely.

The old page was blank,
Except a faded corner,
Where some words appear.

The wheels on the bus,
Go round and round,
Round and round,
Enough of this now!

In one minutes’ time,
The doors close and the train leaves,
Another day starts.

I found an old book,
Turned the pages for a look,
And saw myself there.

The pages brittle,
I turn with care,
Wond’ring if,
I will find you there.

It’s Sunday morning,
All is quiet,
No one stirs,
It’s good to have time.

What does lay ahead,
And what can we do instead,
If we had a choice.

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.

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.

I’m keeping it real,
Just enough to really feel,
And keep me awake.

Preparing for it,
Not really, but it sounds good,
Take it as it come.

December’s waiting,
One more day,
And no delay,
It is and will be.

A frosty morning,
The grass white,
Sun rejoicing,
Brightly and clearly.

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.