Crumbs on the table,
Where biscuits once were waiting,
To be dipped in tea.
The tea’s sweet and black,
And its warmth flows like comfort,
On a winters day.
Tag: black
Thursday 12/12/19
The big day is here,
Whatever it is, don’t fear,
Do your bit, that’s it.There are bigger things,
That we should be doing now,
Fly level and straight.The predawn black sky,
Seems darker, but is waiting,
For the light to come.
Monday 04/03/19
There’s much to be done,
And that’s all within its time.
The door closes shut!
Man with a guitar,
Tidy dressed in black and cap.
Whose this character?
Bank balance demands,
That I work to top it up.
It takes interest.
Look out at the light,
Of the moon on a clear night,
Posing unblinking.
Saturday 02/03/19 Saturday Morning Thoughts
“Wade in the water”,
Eva Cassidy sang it,
Such a good version.
Lost my phone charger,
On laptop now, so clunky,
But it does the job!
My tea’s always black,
A little sugar maybe,
Taste those great flavours.
Neat Haiku patterns,
These need to be messed up more,
Some long and short lines.
It’s for the challenge,
To be doing it daily,
The pages pile up.