My Calendar of Haiku - September
It’s around 9 o’clock in the evening - already dark. A brief respite from the rain; the full moon (almost) playing ‘peek-a-boo’, through the clouds. The street light flickers - on - off - on. Our garden Robin sings from a hazel in the hedge. Just for a moment ...
The Open Road
Ash is the predominant tree in the hedgerows around home; this one, just up the road a bit from our house, has a bumper crop of ash keys - just beginning to turn a rusty brown (ok! ok! you have to use your imagination) ...
Field of Dreams - I know, I know, a bit twee but I’m in a nostalgic mood - fields of golden corn; a profusion of poppies and the soporific cooing of wood pigeon from the nearby copse all day long - the stuff of daydreams ...
A Calendar of Haiku - August
We are bang in the middle of what’s called the ‘Dog Days’. Many birds now in moult, hide away, and very little bird song can be heard. But occasionally on a hot puthery sort of day we may get to hear a Whitethroat ...
Distant Variations
Far away and long ago. Sometimes unwittingly a theme develops ...
