Rosehip and Reach | Haiku

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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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Published by Matthew J. Richardson

Words in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Fiction Junkies, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, CafeLit, Best Microfiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, and Shooter.

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