Morning folks,
an evening walk in Ayrshire, Scotland generated these two haiku…
Rosehips
Warm winds rustle, through
Dry, fragrant September brush.
Rosehips hang heavy.
Reach
Sinking sun reaches
Down narrow hedgerow-lined lanes.
Whitewashed walls of home.
*Thanks for reading, folks. My recent short stories include ‘Snatched‘ and ‘A Kind of Magic‘.
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 and tweets at https://twitter.com/mjrichardso0
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Beautifully penned My Friend.
Thanks Goff. Very kind as always.
Pleasue.
Excellent, as always. You describe each setting perfectly.
Thanks David, very much appreciated! Plentiful source material on a lovely walk.
Beautiful 🙂
Thanks so much. Very kind of you!
you’re welcome 🙂
Another lovely pairing, Matthew. Are you in a dry spell?
Droughts throughout at the moment Annie. We’re unusual in Scotland for not considering a hosepipe ban!
two lovely haiku. Matthew’; ;love the photos too; we are entering Spring now so hope for some days like these 🙂
Thanks John. You’re heading in the right direction! 😄