All Hallows’ Eve
It had been a dreary sort of day beneath low, grey skies of late Autumn; the last day of October - All Hallows’ Eve - Samhain in the old agricultural calendar. The Jackdaw coming in early against a sullen afterglow, fall silent. Leaves rustle beneath my feet, patterning my path; before a gust of wind swirls them around, dumping them in some forgotten corner of the churchyard 1. The clocks already gone back, the past week; the evenings drawing in. It’ll be dark soon ...
Starling Murmuration
It’s that time of year again - when leaves, blown in freshening winds, swirl and dance; lighting up dark corners with their vivid colours, patterning our streets and hidden paths - before melding into uniformity ...
My Calendar of Haiku - October
The twinkling of distant cottage lights appear one by one on the hillsides; yellow stars, fallen from the violet, not-quite-black sky. Looking up a single brilliant diamond white star appears. A shooting star - fizzes - a firework across the darkening sky ...
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 ...
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 ...
