Morning Haiku and Waka – Stream

from the Earth
streams new clear waters
hidden life

stream of thought
bears visions of new worlds
a flock of geese

Stream of Love

where is the stream of love?
on the ravine we course through
of dried stones underneath
growing rough from smooth

Dog called Jack.

Limerick Time!!

There once was a dog called Jack
who hadn’t a bad bone in his back.
He stood there like lead
while the cats stole his bed
and then slept on a piece of old sack.

A walk in the woods

Woodland near where I live. Copyrighted to Karen Payze

It was not long ago
that I walked that well-worn path

in my favourite neck of the woods

When I came across
a place I had ne’er seen before

A tinkling of water
sounded through the dense leaves

of the dark and gloomy place

 

I followed that sound ‘

till I came upon

a clearing

A stream, crystal
clear, bubbled along

and down o’er a small waterfall

the water so cool

so fresh

so inviting