haiku nine

January 3, 2022 § 4 Comments

last white rose

nods beneath winter sleet –

flit of a wren’s tail

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§ 4 Responses to haiku nine

  • Beautiful, peaceful image of the last survivor. Here, we have things growing that I’m sure shouldn’t be and not much sign of sleet yet.

    • Rachael says:

      The strangest thing is the birds – they are singing much earlier than I remember. A few begin around 6.30 at first light, and are in full joyous flood at dawn an hour later. A cold spell is expected here in the east, so perhaps that will alter things…

  • Beautiful Image, Rachael. How the seasons have shifted too – some redwing flew in the other day, and the birds are chatting all day (especially the last couple of days which have been quite spring-like).

  • Rachael says:

    Yes Chris, here in the east it’s the same – I found the dawn chorus quite disturbing – they’re an hour or so earlier than this time last year. But I love that sound dearly.

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