The World of dew is
A world of dew …and yet
And yet…
Stop! don’t swat the fly
Who wrings his hands,
Who wrings his feet.
The World of dew is
A world of dew …and yet
And yet…
Stop! don’t swat the fly
Who wrings his hands,
Who wrings his feet.
This is a haiku about thermal mass. A world first?
The old walls haven’t
Forgotten yesterday’s heat –
there’s no rushing them
Yellow flowers on
bare branch: neither of us can
wait for Spring to come
Satisfyingly
Scrawny – Forsythia’s pale
Yellow on bare branch
or
Pale Forsythia
Satisfyingly Scrawny
Still pwning winter
Fat pigeons already
Harvesting buds amongst the
Plum blossom
(A slightly revised version)
Fat pigeons – drat them –
already harvesting buds
amongst plum blossom
Grey stone, black water
Still
………ricocheting Jackdaw
Calls spring, spring, spring
I sing life’s little
Pleasures – warm underpants pulled
Fresh from the drier