Tag Archives: Spring

Clouds #midnighthaiku

Posted on March 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Clouds veil the morning Even storms may bring rainbows Green earth flourishes *

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Lifted #midnighthaiku

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Clear blue skies above Spirits oppressed by winter Find their wings and soar *

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Lady-in-waiting #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 29, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Bowed by frozen tears Beauty hangs her head and smiles Awaiting the sun *      

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Resilience #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Delicate blossoms Nature’s resilience proved Storm clouds gathering *

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Wallflower #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 24, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Old-fashioned charmer Blushing at the sun’s first kiss Spring’s fragrant delight *

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Sleepy #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 22, 2020 by Sue Vincent

On the windowsill A sleepy bee warms its wings Evidence of spring

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Daisy #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Pale stars are shining Punctuating verdant spring Scattered promises *  

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Getting engaged…

Posted on February 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Some places just seem to have a timeless quality. Almost exactly seven years after our first visit, ‘our blue chapel’ looked the same… still as beautiful and serene as ever. We sat on the rickety bench that is still there, … Continue reading →

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Spring #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 7, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Defiant beauty Waking to a frosty world Spring is winter’s child

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A contract with wonder

Posted on February 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The glamorous sky seems an incongruous backdrop for mundane chimneypots and washing lines. Veiled by the pallid grey of low cloud or with a symphony of shades, the sun rises over the fields, painting the morning with impossible colour, every … Continue reading →

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