Haiku na seachtaine
Massive devastation in the woods….
Hanging, broken limb
of pine cries at the wind’s touch.
Frog spawn floats, serene.
(28/02/14)
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Out walking the hill…
A snipe breaks cover:
noise like a flag in the wind.
Colour of the bog.
(21/02/14)
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A full moon, clouds rolling by, the face so evident tonight…
From under a cloud,
the moon bursts out, singing.
The trees just whisper.
(14/01/14)
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A walk in the woods, clearing ongoing, but amongst the destruction, life…
Petrol rainbows the track.
Soft air sticky with pine sap.
Wren log-hops skyward.
(07/02/14)