February 2014

Haiku na seachtaine

Massive devastation in the woods….

Hanging, broken limb
of pine cries at the wind’s touch.
Frog spawn floats, serene.



Out walking the hill…

A snipe breaks cover:
noise like a flag in the wind.
Colour of the bog.



A full moon, clouds rolling by, the face so evident tonight…

From under a cloud,
the moon bursts out, singing.
The trees just whisper.



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.