poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Cragside Haiku IV

Green moss on grey rock;
shadows playing tricks with leaves
trembling with summer.

Cragside Haiku III

Finding a ruined hut
I could sit and watch the leaves
past their next falling. 

Cragside Haiku II

Alone in the forest
I want to sit down and weep
Is it the passing breeze?

Cragside Haiku I

Seeing a peacock
butterfly on a buddleia;
momentary peace.

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I’m on holiday in Northumberland. Writing poems on an iPhone is difficult so I’ll stick to haiku I think.