Haiku retreat

(21/12 - evening)

Narrow and muddy,

the lane tunnels through darkness -

a blue front door.
 

 

(22/12 - morning)

Six o'clock bell,

the hooting owl dissents -

not yet morning.

 

 

(23/12 - morning)

After a stormy night

the trees sigh, heavy with water,

sodden fields exhale.

 

 

(23/12 - evening)

The spiral staircase -

as we walk up and down

something is rounded.

 

 

(24/12 - morning)

That wailing wind

is a hard song to follow -

the rain just whispers.

 

 

(25/12 - morning)

Every tree

hung with Christmas baubles -

sunshine on raindrops.







(25/12 - afternoon)

Billowing blue -

dark branches bend and stretch

towards the sunset.

 

 

(26/12 - morning)

Driving rain

hurled from a pallid sky -

not much comfort.

 

 

(26/12 - last evening)

Black velvet night

stippled with white cloud -

floating moon-flower.