An early morning walk down our lane in the December snows of last year - a Wren sings loudly from the briar by the field gate. Another churrs angrily from moss covered stones haphazardly filling a gap in the hedge ...
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.
Haibun writing - I’ve come to realise that the core of my writing is akin to the prose poem form of Haibun. Written in the nature tradition. [...] A pair of Bullfinch light up a solitary Ash tree - soft glow light bulbs of carmine red and cinnamon pink. They call softly to each other. Their rumps as white as the snow. [...]
Thank you to @SenryuJournal for publishing 3 of my senryu this month. #haiku #senryu #micropoem https://twitter.com/SenryuJournal/status/1553940364456853505
Issue 80 arrives with NEWS! http://failedhaiku.com/2022/07/31/issue-80-arrives-with-news/
My latest #podcast episode, where I recount some childhood memories, in the form of #Gembun, is up: Skipping Stones https://anchor.fm/clive-bennett0/episodes/Skipping-Stones-e1mem33
“Drought declared in large parts of England as temperatures soar in heatwave” If like me, you miss rainfall please listen to my minute movie and remember its sound. I am hallucinating and dreaming of a forgotten rain! #rainsounds
What a lovely painting that captures the very essence of their behaviour. Perhaps it’s also a full moon thing at this time of year
@birdsinhaiku @IanCarter67 I remember the martins pulling an all-nighter one full moon in the Wye Valley
I Got Tripped Up http://cynthiasreyes.com/2022/08/11/i-got-tripped-up/
