Looking out the kitchen window the first snow of winter on the mountains, black twigged hedges casting frosted white shadows, that stay all day, across the fields; a hunting Sparrowhawk flips over a nearby hedge disturbing a flock of Fieldfare, their gun-metal blue heads shining in the afternoon winter sun as they rise as one circling the field before settling back on the hedge.
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Sometime philosopher, thinker, dreamer, birdwatcher, poet, and occasional writer. Living and writing in beautiful North Wales.
Bin brewing a while ; yet ...
after the storm
reading the leaves
on the beach the ebb and flow of sanderling
#oneline #haiku #Sanderling
The first few #autumn migrants on passage ...
harvest moon hidden by clouds a flock of plover
First published in @hedgerowpoems, #133 Autumn 2020 edited by @CarolineSkanne
#haiku #oneline #monoku
summer grasses dreaming the dreams of warriors
A #monoku inspired by a passage from ‘The Story of My Heart’ (1883) by #RichardJefferies and a Haikai verse by #MatsuoBasho (1644–1694) (English version by @haikutec )
the remains of warriors
and their dreams