Early morning chill
numbs my fingers, though I care
not on such mornings.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Belshazzar’s feast
Wonderful music;
accordion and fiddle
bringing folk alive.
by Scooj.
The Bristol Lodge (Provincial Grand Lodge of Bristol)
In here be secrets
where privilege and power
scratch each other’s backs.
by Scooj
Undressed
They said it would go
and down it has come; scaffold
confidence restored.
by Scooj
Undress
The scaffolding comes
down today, so I am told.
Not holding my breath.
by Scooj
Nature boy
Exploring Cornish
rock pools all Summer break; those
were such carefree days.
by Scooj
Upstream thinking
Upland tree planting
arrests runoff and flooding
of unfortunates.
by Scooj
Mild
Oh, cold Winter come
and cleanse with frost and snow, land
draped in Autumn mud.
by Scooj
Cluttered
Days filled with many
jobs to do, and, alas, not
enough haiku time.
by Scooj
Bored meeting
Did anyone see
my nodding head and closed eyes?
Career limiting.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 