Tenderness: Weekly Haiku
eyes warm as mother’s milk lit by tender pats and strokes from my outstretched hand
High Spirits: Weekly Haiku
a glistering bauble drops from the noble fir, jigs across carpet, caught by a swiping paw
Inner peace: Weekly Haiku
cocooned by the light of an oak moon – my shadow is still
A New Day: Weekly Haiku
buff plumed redstart cradles first sun to her breast – greets the morning with song
Clarity: Weekly Haiku
the scotch mist lifts adorns ribbons of rye grass with beads of pearled dew
Acceptance: Weekly Haiku
the rain overflows from a black gutter blocked with last week’s leaves
Standing Together: Weekly Haiku
a cluster of scots firs stand together in needled pairs as the hoar frost descends
Avalokayati: Weekly Haiku
sunlight catches a droplet of mizzle as it falls from low lying clouds
Bhavana: Weekly Haiku (whoops – a bit late!)
winter forms a cluster of blush lacecaps on my cheeks – stripped trees spread their roots
Kritajna Hum: Weekly Haiku
the last word sits on a thin black line, waits for me to turn the page