Blog

This Sunday Afternoon

The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind

A first thought this early morn 

​A gentle breeze blows 

Branches scrape against my house 

This brusque goose-like cry

Startles me abruptly 

A Good Night Haiku

This evening creeps past
My body is now weary
Listening to the wind

I’m fighting some beastly bug. Tis time to let sleep have a go at it.