Haiku XXX

British Summer time:

“Widespread frost” says weatherman

– It’s not April fools’

Haiku XXIX

Hidden shoot pierces

The cold armour of winter

To blossom in spring

Haiku XXVIII

Much like two dry sticks

Haiku are hard to ignite

Though embers live long.

Haiku XXVII

In winter’s shadow

Or in summer’s radiance

The bee knows its hive

Haiku XXVI

The weather forecast

Is simply irrelevant.

Why? This is England!

Haiku XXV

This is a small world

Our neighbours are abundant

And their grief, potent.

Haiku XXIV

Critical caution:

Watch the news at your own risk;

Fear is digital.

Haiku XXIII

If justice prevails

Or if the villains succeed

Time pays no respect.

Haiku XXII

It’s arguable

But God’s greatest design is

The female bosom.

Haiku XXI

Sinner by default,

Masterpiece in the making;

That is how Grace works

Haiku XX

Fate – there’s no such thing,

Neither is coincidence,

Question everything.

Haiku XIX

The Father absent

Who suffered more, chosen Son

Or the mother Mary?

Haiku XVIII

University:

A place of knowledge, growth and

Internal conflict.

Haiku XVII

Soaking in the rays

Eyelids – curtains to his soul

Closed in reflection.