This week’s haiku

Only the robin sings these mornings, busy days for them…

Dawn: commence singing;
patrol the territory;
eat; sleep; start again..



Some nocturnal deluges…

Into the clear space
hollowed out by the night’s rain,
floods a robin’s song.



A brief change in weather…

The year’s Menopause:
hot, then cold flushes.Repeat,
sudden, wild cloudbursts.