Now in the morning
chill my exhalations dance
in front of my eyes
by Scooj
Category: 1. Haiku
Clement
A blocking high sits
obligingly overhead
warming Autumn hearts.
by Scooj
On becoming a hobbit
As my days get short
the hair in my ears grows with
alarming vigour.
by Scooj
Groundrush
Does it matter at
all that the house is a mess
when builders begin?
by Scooj
Rat
Ninja sleeps curled up
rehearsing the next kill, her
hunting day’s begun
by Scooj
In response to the excellent ‘Haiku for Cats’ number 420
Conversion
Scaffolders are here
effing and blinding away
in westcountry tones
by Scooj
Poets Corner
We shall aggregate
here and recite our fine verse
for all to admire
by Scooj
Et in Arcadia ego
There is death even
in Arcadia; don’t be
fooled by scenery.
by Scooj
Shipping forecast
Utsire, where in
God’s name is Utsire and
should I be worried?
by Scooj
Shepherd’s delight
Don’t believe the red
sky as October’s storms brew
in the Atlantic
by Scooj
Natural adventures 