Happy Haiku

I wrote a poem once about a bath.

How you emerge from one

‘rosy-skinned and luminous as if

Fresh from a voyage’.

I had a sleep like that last night and wrote this poem.

Small plane vector illustration.

Happy Haiku
You’re a writer.
You wake up with something to say.
Already you feel the wind beneath your wings.
You hop into your little plane
And putter up into the sky
Where you write your happy haiku
Before the breeze blows it away.