Maybe I'll Write That Poem

The rose growing up and over the old stone barn in the corner of a field should be a line in a poem.

The sky as black as night makes the perfect backdrop.

The smell of a freshly mown lawn wafts in from somewhere,

adding an extra layer to things.

That should be in there too!

Here come the raindrops!

I could imagine the pungent scent of the beautiful pink flowers which cling to the crumbling tiled roof,

describe their freshness and the way a brief shaft of sunlight lifts their colours.

I could list the memories that the freshly mown grass evokes.

The smell,

the sound of the mower,

the 'hurry hurry' as people try to get the gardening done before the raindrops turn into a shower. 

Now a shaft of light brightens the black sky as the rain relents,

giving people just enough time to finish what they have to do.

Maybe I'll write that poem.

(Haiku)

I thought I heard a

seagull: turned around to find

two ladies laughing!

On Their Phones

Young people pay for their "coffee to go" with their phones,

whist collecting their points with their phones,

and messaging their mates at the same time on their phones probably saying no more than "I'm just getting a coffee".

I think if they could get the coffee delivered to their phones,

to drink on their phones...

they would!

(Haiku)

...it's dark so I turn

the lights on. Then it's too light.

So I turn them off...

(Haiku)

The sun, so low in

the sky, his shadow arrived

way before he did!

Did You See The Wind?

Did you see the wind?

Did you see the rippling across the fields like waves on the sea,

crops bend in it's path?

...did you feel it on your face?

Did you see the wind?

Did you see the clouds casting shadows which chase across the land,

painting the sky in an ever changing canvas?

...did you feel it catch your hair?

Did you see the wind?

The ripples on the pond,

the creaking of the trees,

the rustling of it's leaves.

The wind farms arms; spinning?

...did you see the wind?