Winter and Wibble | Haiku

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A gearbox blowout during a winter dawn on a C-road in Scotland provided me with the opportunity to write a couple of haiku…

A pale blue dawn light breaking over a wide landscape of fields and rivers and drystone walls. The overhanging trees are bare for winter, whilst the fields themselves are tinged with frost.

Winter

Pale blue dawn breaking

over a frost-stiff landscape,

a winter stillness.

A footprint left behind in thick mud by a country stile. There is a feeling of winter about the picture, and the wellington's impression has been frozen stiff by frost.

Wibble

Autumn’s mud wibble

under winter’s cloudless eye.

Frozen carapace.

Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘The Kinmount Straight‘ and ‘The Clacks‘.

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.

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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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