Haiku Book

Breakfast is finished,
the journey begins again,
but trains are delayed.

A wintery feel,
as fields in white shiver,
as I’m whizzing by.

Marylebone Station
as the rush hour crowds gather,
as the clock counts down.

Easter Sunday now,
and that chocolate egg hunting,
and a lovely day.

Watching a good film,
it made me laugh, i liked it,
so i watched again.

Time is flying by,
I saw a second scene twice,
is that deja vu?

Falling sands of time,
appear to fall much faster,
nearer to the end.

Four things have been bought
I wonder which one comes first,
If they come at all.

Nothing has arrived,
and what a relief that was,
and nothing has come.

Here is a quick draft,
of something said a while back,
and something like this.

I found a pound
just laying there, on the ground.
I took it – no sound

I’m on Spotify,
so, check us out for free now,
for some random stuff.

Recording is fun,
when you get it sounding right,
and you’re not disturbed.

There’s trouble in mind,
and it’s signed along the road,
I’m amballing down.

I do not spell right,
abracadabra, shazam,
but i am still here.

I’m an April fool,
we fell in love, long ago,
I still love her so.

I’m counting the days,
not doubting the ways, it brings,
April spread your wings.