Listen - there he is - singing now from the hawthorn at the edge of the wood; ‘chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff, chiff‘, the thin notes hanging in the air - the arrival of Spring ...
cold easterly the double notes of a chiffchaff
Along the river bank under the boughs, cows graze placidly; a chiffchaff calls ...
By a Brook in Winter - A fresh fall of snow overnight. I walk in a winter landscape: the green fields mantled white; the blackish branches of willow and ash, edged white, starkly outlined, against the morning light; mirrored in the dark brown-grey of the brook; the distant woods a purple haze against the blue-grey snow clouds above. My footsteps the only sound.
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
