an evening walk in Ayrshire, Scotland generated these two haiku…
Warm winds rustle, through
Dry, fragrant September brush.
Rosehips hang heavy.
Sinking sun reaches
Down narrow hedgerow-lined lanes.
Whitewashed walls of home.
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