Haiku Book

Happy New Year all,
may it be blessed, prosperous,
and good to you all.

Down evening settles,
though cold the wind, through the trees,
bringing quiet peace.

Looking through photos,
and found this tree and a church,
and it simply is.

Misty ways ahead,
safe travelling to you all,
and a happy trip.

Christmas is coming,
and some deck the halls, not I,
the garden will do.

I’m sat in a cafe,
and won’t you join me awhile,
and talk like old friends.

The sunset seizes,
swirling clouds, now boldly hurled,
to unbowed cold breeze.

Winter chills disguise,
in cold and wet days of lies,
the hope of spring dies.

Sleeping on the train,
as tired weeps with warm rain,
and soaks my reason.

I’m mopping the floor,
honey and apple juice poured,
a real healthy mess.

There’s much to be done,
it has just got to get done,
while having some fun.