Weather - Haiku Book

Sunday 07/04/19

The rain this Sunday,
Helps the springtime plants and grass,
Gives me muddy boots.

I need to get out,
And walk a little outside,
Sit for long inside.

What a white wash farse,
Article 50 revoke.
No! They’ll debate it.

Morning train, grey skies,
“Another workday”, he sighs,
Waiting for his break.

Work, trains and buses,
Another work day coming.
Tomorrow just comes.

Time, fitness, fun, peace,
A few things I really want.
Time above the rest.

I’ve found some old stuff,
A verse or two I’ve written,
And not yet published.

Nothing to say now,
My mind’s refusing to work,
Sleep is sneaking up.

The sky has great clouds,
Some large and like mountains high,
Some small and many.

There are some that stretch,
Across the sky in layers,
Drifting ever on.

Blossom on the trees,
That calls the springtime forth,
In eye catching style.

Soon, summer will come.
Here too soon and then it’s gone.
I’ll feel I’ve missed it.

The wind blows outside,
But the sun is still shining,
Lighting the swaying grass.

To publish is much,
I’ll need to think about this,
It is worth doing?

Can Haikus be fun?
Can they be used in much stuff?
Maybe just a fad.

Saturday morning,
The sun bright and warm outside,
What a lovely day!

Glad for the weekend,
Happy for some time alone,
Collecting my thoughts.

A hot cup of tea,
Is waiting patiently here,
Ready for each gulp.

The day chose the rain,
Grey clouds, puddles and wet streets.
The black bird still sings!

Cancelled trains, what’s new!
It was the same thing last night,
The pigeons don’t mind.

The weekend ahead,
It feels good, TGIF!
‘Now’ time’s important!

The rain in the pond,
Falls in many small circles,
Rhytmic splatter sounds.

Sun on the water,
Its bright glare, I close my eyes.
I feel the lights warmth.

The sky is so blue,
Just cloudless in its blueness,
The sun rides it hard.