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.
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 ...
dusty roads white
@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
Thanks Paul 😃
#haiku #Summer #childhoodmemories