evening star twinkling
autumn sky windless
The brief experience to which this haiku points dates back almost a fortnight, but I’ve been waiting for it to crystallize – you know what I mean, don’t you? Having decided recently to release myself from a commitment to the 5-7-5 syllable count, I have nevertheless been fruitlessly attempting to reduce it. And it has been so long since my last post …
How would it be if I changed “sky” back to “air” (the way I had it at first) in the third line?
We’ve had heavy rain and some cool days lately, after weeks of Indian summer, but today’s forecast is for 23˚C in Wellington.
I ought to look out for some cheap fruit at the weekend market – I really enjoy bottling preserves and jam-making.
The image comes from a piece titled Autumn Break on a blog called Foxs Lane.
trapped behind glass, screams, struggles
against gentle hands.
The courtyard door is often open on fine summer mornings, and the birds I feed are sometimes tempted to hop up onto the doorstep and peer inside. Today, whilst making my bed, I heard unusual noises. In the dining-room, a female blackbird was hurling herself at the window.