Haiku Book

Take more holidays,
and discover time away,
maybe have some fun.

Music’s a passion,
that I’ve been stringing along,
on an old guitar.

The world’s feeling strange,
and may have lost its roundness,
and now become square.

I’m playing catch up,
and there’s alot to get through,
backlog blockages.

The days are less warm,
and the sun lasts less these days,
but still sets so fine.

London looking south,
across this mighty river,
one cold march evening.

Blossom wet with dew,
early morning for a few,
I was one of them.

Springtimes sunlight shines,
infusing heart, mind and soul,
with sun rays of hope.

Some older catkins,
can be eaten, if younger,
from the hazel tree.

The crow always sees,
highly perched on top of trees,
in menacing gangs.