Some Thursday haikus for your delectation or otherwise…
Spindled
Thick-thighed English oak
Or spindled silver birch bones.
Each skywards stretching.
Some Thursday haikus for your delectation or otherwise…
Spindled
Thick-thighed English oak
Or spindled silver birch bones.
Each skywards stretching.
Morning all. Two haikus this Thursday…

Chalk
Grey-faced mirror blink.
Foil peeled back. Plastic pods pushed.
Teeth crunch into chalk.
Morning all. Two haikus for consumption.

Dune
Cold, wind-whipped outpost.
Sand spills through quivering grass,
Clumped against the tide. Continue reading “Haiku – Dune and Contrail”
I’m pretty sure that’s the first time those two words have been put together as the title of a piece of creative writing, and probably for good reason! Here are a couple of wintery haikus regardless…
Two little snippets this morning…
Breath
Heavy-laden line.
Damp sheets droop under fall skies.
Not a breath of wind. Continue reading “Haiku – Breath and Dawn”
It was big enough for a grizzly but not the right shape. Too wide for a deer and not well enough defined to be a cougar. There was no frosting on the mud – whatever had made the tracks was close. Travis blew into his hands and shouldered his shotgun. Only a pale grey glow was left lingering above the treeline, the remnant of a sun long-set. He began to trudge up the forest trail again, breath clouding over his shoulder in the cold air. Continue reading “Alone Amongst the Beasts”
Dug out a couple of haikus this morning…
Snuffle
Crooked, root-beamed vault
Between oak knees bald and bowed.
Snuffles from within. Continue reading “Haiku – Snuffle and Yawn”

Most landscape features prefer to be viewed only in the bravado of their present. They have an assumed past, an anticipated future. We rivers aren’t like that. There is no room for rumination or conjecture. Like the path of a raindrop down a windowpane, you can trace my journey with a fingertip. Continue reading “Stream of Consciousness”
Morning all,
a couple of haikus for consumption this morning…

Crease
Rain bobs battered leaves
Waxen creases burst their banks
Roots greedily drink.

Rust
Frost-dampened sawdust
coats paint tins and pots. Ivy
tendrils ‘round rusted lock creep.
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An ethereal little haiku today on the theme of ‘billow’…
Translucent billow
Current-borne, through seaweed drawn
Tentacles trail long.
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