Haiku, O Haiku! What mysterious magic lies In 5-7-5?
Frosty sugar hat On its head; a patissier’s Masterpiece — then… CHOMP!
Lovely ambrosia Wafting skywards, like thin mist. Quelling my torpor.
Opportunity. It knocks… It waits… But not long. Is my door open?
A night of great mirth; Endless queue of concoctions. Evil is Martell.
If only you saw How beautiful the blooms were. Lovely yet transient.
Like shards of crystal, Relentlessly they storm down Breaking dry deceit.
What new adventures Would double-oh-seven bring me? I await keenly.
My resolution? Rhythms! Basslines! Melodies! Yes — make more music.
At the break of dawn The warm sun smiles on my face A New Year has come!