In the early hours
I rise from my bed; sublime
bird song surrounds me.
by Scooj
In the early hours
I rise from my bed; sublime
bird song surrounds me.
by Scooj
Such sacrifices
made in pursuit of wisdom;
I’d rather have hair.
by Scooj
When I was young we
had tapioca pudding;
we called it frog spawn.
by Scooj
A single daisy
awakens deep memories
of carefree childhood.
by Scooj
Laying potatoes
out to chit; ready to plant
on St Patrick’s day.
by Scooj
Cold callers selling
a service to prevent cold
callers rom calling
by Scooj 😡
Delicate whisper
of Autumn’s steady advance
time to button up.
by Scooj
One of my early haiku which I still rather like. I am mindful of it as we transition from Winter into Spring. First published on 5 September 2015.
Too much on my mind,
balancing priorities;
something needs to give.
by Scooj
I left it behind
now I am looking for it;
searching for my soul.
by Scooj
…then I picked up a
Cousteau book and remembered
my inspiration.
by Scooj
In response to my own haiku ‘Gloom’