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It’s grey skies and a chill wind in Scotland as we head towards the year’s end, so here are a couple of moody haiku…
Coal
A year’s fag-end gloams,
Underlit by coals, over-
hung by mauve smoke skeins.
Continue reading “Coal and Curl | Haiku”
We’re in the middle of a cold snap in Scotland, as you might be able to tell…
Caster
Caster dusting on
Bin lid and bough, sill and stoop.
Open, winter skies.
Continue reading “Caster and Creak | Haiku”
Today’s haiku offerings were heavily influenced by a rather wild walk in the Kilpatrick hills, north of Glasgow a couple of days ago. The wind was courtesy of Storm Malik, and ensured that the first part of the hike was carried out at a 45-degree angle!
Continue reading “Heather and Hollow | Haiku”
Good morning folks,
From the highest peaks to the darkest hollow this morning with a couple of haiku…
Continue reading “Mountain and Mist | Haiku”
Morning folks,
snow is on the ground here in chilly Scotland. Having the kids tag along meant that a planned walk at Whitelee Windfarm (below) didn’t get much further than the cafe, but we were rewarded by views of the freezing fog wreathing itself around the turbines. Here’s a couple of suitably frosty haiku… Continue reading “Air and Alluvial | Haiku”
Morning folks,
A couple of nippy haiku to redden your cheeks…
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…
Here is my attempt at today’s one-word prompt of ‘large’, run courtesy of Swimmers. Thought I’d haiku this one as I’ve already posted today…
Low-slung winter sun
Rinsed large through scudding rain-cloud
Ceding hungry night.
Matthew Richardson 