Winter Games
Just before noon after a cold wet morning, the sun broke through, lighting the undersides of the towering clouds hung over the mountains, in an otherwise flat grey November sky.
And then they came - tumbling from the clouds - their calls echoing each other ...
My Calendar(Haiku) - November
It rained and it rained and it rained ... cold wet November rain; the garden and fields around, boggy at the best of times, are waterlogged - pooling with water. And still it rained ...
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 ...
