The days are drawing in here in Scotland – a couple of haiku to match…

Bite
Autumn-misted panes –
a clear, sharp, biting sense of
winter’s dark looming.

Beech
Having clung on past
oak and beech, rowan and ash,
the acer runs red.
Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘A Prompting at Greysteer House‘ and ‘Ribbons in the Valley‘.
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, Down in the Dirt, and Shooter magazine. He has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
Beautiful!!
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Thanks so much Selma!
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Those lovely trees… gorgeous!
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There is an acer at the bottom of our garden, and this is the week it’s chosen to lose its leaves!
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Ah well, next spring…
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