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 ...
a lull between cars
through the gap in the curtains
filigree wildness
@Dru_Marland @CallMeMoNow Love the poem. During lockdown the goats on the Great Orme had the freedom of Llandudno wandering the streets at will. Now the tourists are back they’ve found it too brash for their liking so have (socially) distanced themselves back to the quieter rocky outcrops.
#Siskin are still occasionally visiting the garden feeders. The fledgling #Magpie are almost fully grown. And today also saw the first fledgling #GreatSpottedWoodpecker at the feeders being fed by Dad.
A warm summer’s evening ...
yellowhammer—
singing for his supper
bread no cheese
#yellowhammer #haiku #EnidBlyton
