We’re in the middle of a cold snap in Scotland, as you might be able to tell…
Caster
Caster dusting on
Bin lid and bough, sill and stoop.
Open, winter skies.
Creak
Shivered heathers and
Stiff-jointed Rowans creaking –
A huddled garden.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Simon Rizzi and George Hodan. My recent short stories include ‘Cleanliness is Next…‘ and ‘PLANET 4662/1183J/983!/11C‘.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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That first line ‘caster dusting’ made me think about the icing on a Christmas cake. It’s still time to make one. Happy days, Matthew!
Definitely, Chris!
Two great writes, Matthew, skilfully woven with words and imagery. Happy Haiku December My Friend.
Same to you Goff. Nearly another year gone – how did that happen?
The older i get the faster it flies!!!
Open winter skies and huddled gardens. I’m picturing your Scottish winter.🥶
It’s certainly loving up to the stereotype today, David. Hope things are a bit more balmy where you are!
They are, as I live in the south-central U.S. 🌤️
love these wintry snaps: ‘a huddled garden’ is delightful —
Cheers John!
Another superb pairing, Matthew. I loved “a huddled garden” too!
Thanks Annie. I was certainly huddled in the garden – it is rather brisk over here in Scotland!