The first chill fingers of winter have crept round the door in Scotland this week. Two haiku to match…
Cling
Intruder frost has crept
Inside, clinging latticed to
Frigid windowpanes.
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Kick
Windless swaying of
Just-left feeders, kicked into
Shy parabolas.
Thanks for reading, folks. My recent short stories include ‘Sunset Hours‘ and ‘November Cold‘.
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 has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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Ooh, I’m almost feeling chilly now, (although it’s not for me, of course). But shame about the tiny birds who have just left. Good one, Matthew.
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Thanks Chris. Definitely starting to hunker down over here!
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Shy parabolas, indeed! Autumn passed very quickly, it seems.
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You’re not wrong there!
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two good ones there, Matthew: other side of the corn down under: we’re coming into the heat of summer: should try my hand at a few summery haiku 🙂
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Sorry for taking so long to get back John – I’d definitely like to see some summery haiku from you!
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