October arrives.
Opaque sky chucking buckets;
garden bedraggled.
Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Sarah Potter Writes 
Brilliant – but not the kind of autumn I like. Today the rain is dribbling off the gutters and pouring down the drive. I’m hiding in headphones with coffee.
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I like that idea of headphones and coffee. It sounds a really cosy way of escaping into another world.
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I put the phone in front of my just in case there is an emergency call from the school then I hide in my little world.
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great haiku and it fits so well the weather over here today
Ciao, Francina
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I’m glad you like my haiku.
It’s been raining for days on end over here. I feel a complete frump in all my waterproof clobber whenever I venture out for a walk, but staying in gets me twitched up. But I do love the smell and the colours of autumn.
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Today is my first day home from Turkey, where it is warm and sunny. Here in Seattle, you might have written your haiku looking out on my backyard!
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Yes, it rained stair rods for five days with barely a pause, which was a nightmare re the other word that sounds the same as ‘pause’ — a certain set of muddy ‘paws’!
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Ha!
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