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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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A little haiku this morning on the theme of ‘Grey’…
Grey smooth-shattered shale
Huddled high in wave-lashed caves
Sea foam flecks strike dark.
Matthew Richardson 