Pops

American Haiku Rainy, nasty day and night Train whistle in distance Early morning hours Contemplation brings Enlightenment Or Believed so Buddhist awakening Realize Poetry's Power affects me physically Body in turmoil Spray Wasps hang-out Keeps them away They can sting, harm Moon glows overhead Santa on fire engine making his rounds Sun shining majestically Running usual errands Home to reading books Complete silence at night Conducive to study Talking to loved one Pops are my passion scribbling away the blissful hours