Air weighted with damp.
Spiderless webs everywhere,
abandoned to mist.
Tag: Haiku
Monday Morning #Haiku 80 — Autumn Leaves (01)
Leaves shout their colours.
Flushed, they demand attention,
dying in glory.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 78 — Old Nests
Work for chimney sweeps
Pots plugged with Spring nest debris
Birds long gone ~ Autumn.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 76 & 77 — Sloe Berries
September sloe crop
reflects ultra violet light.
Hawfinches home in.
Human foragers
compete to harvest fruit first,
not yet drunk on gin.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 75 — Hills
Idyllic roundness
where sky wraps around downland
with clouds of white wool.
Sarah Potter Writes 