ephemera

 

Along the bridle path
brief worlds
flower and fade

 
 
The words are really only an excuse to post the photo. Sadly, even if you click the picture to enlarge it, it isn’t clear that the ‘dandelion’ globe was around three inches in diameter (approximately 8 cm).

I had to make do with my phone camera yesterday and of course by the time I’d re-charged my camera and went out this morning, there was nothing left. Perhaps I’ll catch the other bud at the right moment.

fragmented thoughts on haiku

The other day I tagged yet another post as ‘haiku’. Later, in the comments, I admitted that the description was probably inaccurate, and it occurs to me that any reader who clicks to read other haiku posts on the blog might infer that I don’t actually know what the word means.

There are plenty of factors that may be taken into account when defining a haiku, including number of lines, syllable count, subject, kigo (season word), kireji (cutting word) etc.

april

Laundry day

Spring blossoms scent the air;
the kitchen smells
of Marseilles soap and ironing.

April is not only the cruelest month, it’s also National Poetry Month. (Though I suppose that may depend on what nationality you are.)

early morning

Skin to skin we lie
as dawn silvers the sky
beyond the cherry branches

(not) a batting title

Against a spring-blue sky
the twitch and loop of flickering wings
says: pipistrelle!

 

Of course it’s saying it in Spanish, and I see from the IberiaNature glossary that there are some two dozen species of murciélago in Spain, so I may be mis-hearing what’s being said.