A peel of bluebells

Rings in the season

Scent that holds ransom reason.

A constant battle

Of cacophony and song.

Joy can resurface.

Soundscape of meaning:

Kandinsky colours

Bring Joy from darkness.

Heart of the waves: beat.

Wingspan rends heaven and earth

Seabird lives, loves on.

Pickled fruitfulness

Tick tick ticks the heart.

Love’s longing lives here.

Wassily Kandinsky: The Bird

Ode to Joy (not a Haiku!)

Joy is a kitten playing with string.
Joy is a baby as it laughs on a swing.
Joy is a jig, a highland fling.
Joy is the feeling I get when I sing.
Joy is the gift that my children bring.
Joy: the emotion without any sting.