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Category Archives: rain
Chilled #midnighthaiku
Chill rain stealing warmth Washing away sunlight’s gift Bringing life to earth *
Mirror#midnighthaiku
Grey day or silver Both cause and mirror of mood Perspective changes *
A touch of sun…
Taking advantage of an almost dry day, where the showers had done little to wet grass that was being dried by a rare bit of sun, I mowed the grass. I can’t call my squishy quagmire a lawn, not by … Continue reading
Empty #midnighthaiku
Urban desert weeps A stage without its players Bereft of laughter The photos were taken in ancient city of Bath, last visited one rainy day with a dear friend. On that day, there was no shortage of laughter, or wonder, … Continue reading
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The stripper and the boy scout…
I stood, shivering, at the door, looking at the long expanse of pale, creamy carpet, glad that I had decided to start with the back garden. At least it is not overlooked. I began stripping off the filthy, sodden clothes … Continue reading