Weather - Haiku Book

Saturday 30/11/19

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.

Well the story’s told,
The film rights and books are sold,
For notes you can fold.

The day’s cold and wet,
The rain dripping through the trees,
Makes a poor shelter.

We keep it going,
Day after day they come,
I can’t stop them now!

The cold nips my heels,
I wrap up warm against it,
A daily battle.

A lovely morning,
The sun shines through my window,
With its bright clean light.

Today’s begun well,
Made some income,
Wrote some verse,
Put the washing on.

I love when it rains,
The sound of the rain falling,
Is so relaxing.

Another Monday gone,
The evening will see it out,
Then Tuesday again.

And time after time,
I tell myself, I’m lucky,
To be loving you.

Noone to talk with,
But I’m happy on the shelf,
Ain’t misbehaving.

Songs of long ago,
Drifting through the cool evening,
Those idyllic days.

I found it hidden,
Buried deep,
not deep enough,
But the lock is big!

One word at a time,
Let it flow before you know,
You’re finishing up.

Trying to find time,
To write my book,
Complete it!
A work of fiction.

Here’s the evening sky,
Marbled blue and pink, I think.
It just appeared there.

Looks like a hot day,
Sun’s got its Sunday best on,
For Uk today.

My wife got there first,
And such a gutting feeling!
The first bite is best!

Down London’s wet streets,
The rain is falling once more.
It is wet outside!

There’s a change ahead,
And things will be different!
Take them as they come!

What’s the city’s mood?
Hopeful, excited or dulled?
Each has their own bag.

Today’s cloud patterns,
Amuse and fascinate me.
White stylings on blue.

The day’s heating up,
Catch the cooling breezes few.
The fan’s working hard.