It doesn’t seem that long ago that Swallows were everywhere, over the house, and over the meadows; to and fro, to and fro; rebuilding their nests tucked under the rafters of the disused barn across the way ...
This, another of my early haiku, and an old favourite. Watching the stars, listening to the day become evening, then night; the twinkling of cottage lights appearing one by one on the distant hillsides-yellow stars, fallen from the violet, not-quite-black, sky. High up, unseen, a lone Curlew calls ...
After a period of silence, not hearing them since February, when a few warm days encouraged us out, the Blackbird have started to sing again.
early morning
in greening woods
blackbird sing
a fish leaping ripples the sunset clouds
— Martin Lucas
Thank you to all who have read, liked, or RT’d my #haiku over the last week or so. I’m taking a short Twitter break over the weekend. But here’s one to finish this week ...
rosy sunset—
dusty roads white
with moonlight
#foundhaiku @RJefferiesSoc
@Dru_Marland Love it. What a fun poem
We've just published our Summer 2021 issue! As ever, we've got some world class #haiku to share, with particular attention paid to this #summer season in this issue's work. We hope you enjoy! https://www.waleshaikujournal.com/summer-2021
Just Published in the @WalesHaikuJournal Summer 2021 edited by @ChambsP
up in the attic
crawling through
my childhood
Thanks Paul 😃
#haiku #Summer #childhoodmemories
