Once green, now yellow,
wheat heads groan in windy gusts
longing for harvest.
by Scooj
Category: 1. Haiku
Smartphone distraction
Laughs turned to curses
as the lady missed her bus.
Too busy chatting.
by Scooj
written on the bus home from work yesterday. It has happened to me too.
Respect
It is you that counts,
not your status or your rank;
you for you alone.
by Scooj
Almost invisible
Standing out alone
in understated grandeur.
Most will walk on by.
by Scooj
Love you
An untold story;
a gift of love? or maybe
an apology.
by Scooj
A bicycle I saw exactly a year ago on a street in Bristol.
Dragonfly
Relic from Earth’s youth
bathing in afternoon sun.
Fleeting adulthood.
by Scooj
Bristol to London by Train 2
Deer in open fields
scamper away for cover
when iron thunder comes.
by Scooj
Bristol to London by Train 1
Am I alone in
being incensed by human
excrement on rails?
by Scooj
Helios
Floret furnaces
laid out in regular rows
bursting with pollen.
by Scooj
Allotment time
Here my breathing slows
until no air passes through;
place and mind are one.
by Scooj
I sat in this overgrown corner of my allotment doing a butterfly survey this afternoon. My heart rate slowed and I caught myself not even breathing. So calm and peaceful.
Natural adventures 