Do You Haiku?

outside it's raining
yesterday it snowed so hard
the ground is soaking

the cold seems to be
here to stay another week
I don't like the cold

perhaps with luck the
weather gods will holiday
somewhere else anon

till then I'll stay in
warm and cosy here within
my old dressing gown

and wait till the sun
visits us once more by day
to dry the wet ground

at last the children
can play out of doors and sing
and I can relax

so keep to the script
don't hide in the crypt my friend
but stay till the end

the end is in sight
this eternal night will end
when Spring has arrived

 

What lies ahead now
Cannot be found yesterday
Let us turn the page

 

A wee flower grows
Along the grape trellis
Sweet spring again here

 

The end of the week
Like a bird in sight, it flies in
And will be gone soon

 

Momentarily
We will know the answer soon
So much to take in

 

Curled fast on my lap,
my tiny yellow kitten
purrs softly for hours

 

rushing over rock
tiny white bubbles rejoice
laughing waves of joy

 

gliding through the park
upon wings of white and gold
below life unfolds

 

morning brings the mist
that the chilly night has kissed
fading in our midst

 

She said she missed me
Normally that would be good
But she's reloading

 

When I think of love
Reminders of you flood in
Missing you, Nana

 

Faraway places
Lost in enchanted forests
Daydream believer. . .

 

In perfect places
Rain drops form and fall from high
Rainbows remind me

 

A tiny matter
can become larger than life
if we let it be

 

Someday we will grow
a new day dawning for all
when time becomes still

 

I met a spider
with a fiddle on its back
play for you it asked

 

The rush of water
carving through solid stone cuts
into earth ribbons

 

Bind up the whirl winds
that blow down houses and trees
we beg on our knees.

 

Curled fast on my lap,
my tiny yellow kitten
purrs softly for hours.

 

Things Kevin will create when killing time...

I'll open up my derriere.
And soon befoul your precious air.
You soon will cough and start to gag...
Then wonder what was in the bag.

Family members were heard to say:
"Will you be in there all damn day?"
"I'm sorry, hon. I don't feel well."
"I should've skipped the Taco Bell."

Ok...Back to haiku poems again:

Thanksgiving is here
I really hate holidays
Time to flip the bird