The long grey Winter
at last yields and tender warmth
fills my heart with joy.
Tag: poem
Lots on
Stealing five minutes
between rugby and cooking
to jot a few words.
by Scooj.
- sorry…a really time-limited and rather poor haiku. Qq
I just want my mum
Gently chewing her
blanket, kneading with her paws;
the cat needs comfort.
by Scooj
Hart’s Bakery
Perfect bakery
delicious shortbread and cakes
discovered at last.
by Scooj
- Anyone in Bristol who finds themselves at Temple Meads Station really must look out for this locally famous bakery. It can be accessed via a staircase on the left hand side of the station short term car park, and is in one of the archways underneath.
Long tailed tit
Welcome visitor
on the damson tree by the
window, foraging.
by Scooj
Evening sun
The evening sun
on its low trajectory
projects wall patterns.
by Scooj
The Christmas tree is dead, long-live the Christmas tree.
Trees of Christmas past
bannish the chill invasion
and with their heat, rule.
by Scooj
Mothering Sunday
Servants given leave
to visit their mother church
with their families.
by Scooj
Awakening
Sensory delights;
calm colours and subtle scents
ease Winter away.
by Scooj
Sprinter
Season’s confusion;
no longer can we be sure
of what we will get.
by Scooj
Sprinter – conflation of Spring and Winter
