Cragside Haiku IV
Green moss on grey rock;
shadows playing tricks with leaves
trembling with summer.
Green moss on grey rock;
shadows playing tricks with leaves
trembling with summer.
Finding a ruined hut
I could sit and watch the leaves
past their next falling.
Alone in the forest
I want to sit down and weep
Is it the passing breeze?
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.
