A pale cerulean-blue sky – crisscrossed with misty white vapour trails of planes - a modern art canvas; paint casually, thrown from the artists brush; white clouds tinged salmon-pink hanging over the blue-grey mountains; just before sunrise – white wreaths of mist lingering over the fields and valley wood mirroring the vapour trails above. A lone Buzzard calls ...
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Sometime philosopher, thinker, dreamer, birdwatcher, poet, and occasional writer. Living and writing in beautiful North Wales.
Many thanks to Caroline Skanne for this publication in the new @hedgerowpoems.
of all the ways the ways of the forest
#haiku #treepoems #tallwords #growth
First signs of Spring ...
lambs’ tails atremble
in the hedge
a white dog in a red tartan coat
@MarcieDWessels Beautifully evocative Marcie. The ‘patchwork quilt’ has two meanings for me - describing the patterning of the fields even in winter but also takes me back to my childhood when I had a patchwork quilt and at bedtime I could hear the crows going to roost. Thanks for sharing.
Oh I so love this painting. Here’s a #haiku to go with it ...
following the crows the way home
As The Crow Flies By Jo Grundy