
Charcoal clouds from north…
garden locked in somnolence
awaits first raindrops.
Storm hits, its broadside attack
an act of demolition.
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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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Oh so wonderfully done!
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Thank you. I’m so glad you liked it 🙂 I had a bad start to the week, so no Monday Morning Haiku happened! Instead, Tanka inspiration hit me today…
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When the muse strikes….😉
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Well we certainly know all about such storms here, and I would call that a perfect description. 🙂 Sun today, though, and it is market day, so off I go.
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Wow, you just posted that comment at exactly the same moment as I posted one over on your blog! That’s some coincidence. Enjoy market day and I hope you sell loads of quail eggs and colouring books 🙂
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Wonderful! I hope you weathered it! We get a lot of high winds here (with the rain!)
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The storm was a metaphor for someone’s anger, so I’m not sure that I have weathered it quite yet D: I would have much preferred a real storm — high winds, rain, and all!
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ohh, I hope the clouds part soon then!! Blessings!
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Thank you, Cybele. I’ve caught your blessings in my hands and will hold onto them tight 🙂
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Lovely transition Sarah – from the sleepy somnolence (great word) to the destruction.
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Thank you, Andrea 🙂 Yes, I rather like the word somnolence.
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