frozen winter sleeve
blankets the moist dormant earth…
spring gently removes
hints of spring’s sun rise
combats the chill of the night…
winter in meltdown.
hedgerow sprouting buds
the calling of the wheatears…
a butterfly breathes
27/9/2022
Haiku collection of three contest
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
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Categories:
wheatears, nature,
Form: Haiku
Sullen would be onset of grey, indivisible-dawning;
Soon, lifting mist dissipating beneath the brae.
Comes then a gentle heat arising with the morning...
Thus the remaking of another new, glorious day.
Sun-kissed slopes now aglow with purple blaze,
Vast moorlands slowly stirring from quiet slumber;
Clamorous whaups, hanging above the veiling haze,
Burbling down to disappear into the tangled tundra.
Together, paired oystercatchers pipe in rapid flight;
Skipping wheatears explore dry-stone walls.
There, old Barjarg, aglow in Junes vibrant light,
And I awakening to the hidden otters whistling calls.
Oh! to stroll once more upon the Cree's hallowed banks
Inside the sanctuary of her jealously guarded hills.
When tramping through the myriad of dew-drenched ranks
That had across the sheep-strewn meadow spilled.
If I but could joyfully follow the meandering course,
Again, of those rocky, gurgling, opaque, amber waters.
Thoughts, such as these, that surrender to a remorse...
Nought but wistful memories that provoke to taunt us.
Categories:
wheatears, appreciation, beautiful, celebration,
Form: Rhyme