A sickening thud
but the penny didn’t drop
a dead long tailed tit.
by Scooj
Tag: Haiku
Compulsive
My red-raw knuckles
legacy of hand washing
and chilly dry air.
by Scooj
Those were the days
Needle in the groove
transports me to a time when
I was immortal
by Scooj
Highest high
.
Chilly wind, blue skies
witnessing the highest high
for a hundred years
.
by Scooj
Allotment
.
Two years of neglect
starting all over again
clearing and digging
.
by Scooj
It’s not the British way
Avoiding others
cross a street to keep distance
feeling embarrassed.
by Scooj
Rainbows
.
Sign of gratitude
to all NHS workers
children show the way
.
by Scooj
.
All over Bristol (and the UK) pictures of rainbows have been appearing in windows to show our amazing NHS workers that we appreciate everything they do for us and support them through this troubling time.
Overwintered
Three dazzling peacocks
a spectacular display
spring’s warmth awakens
by Scooj
Oblivious
Nature carries on
without any regard for
human suffering
Human suffering
is alleviated by
observing nature
by Scooj
Some good comes of it
Social distancing
leads me to the allotment
two years neglected
by Scooj
Following the deaths of my father and father-in-law over the last two springs and all the ensuing emotional and practical baggage (plus a smattering of unhelpful weather), it has been almost two years since I went to my allotment. Somehow I’ve not yet been kicked off.
I visited it yesterday and I have my work cut out for me this spring (if allowed to go there) it is covered on grass and brambles. My son has volunteered to help me get it sorted, because he needs distractions from the probable boredom ahead. It felt good to see it again, and I got all my seeds out today to prepare for a new season.
Natural adventures 