A field of beans: haiku
Here once was a road, Now a field of avare – Fallen milky way. A year ago, access to our farm was blocked by a villager who decided to plough […]
Here once was a road, Now a field of avare – Fallen milky way. A year ago, access to our farm was blocked by a villager who decided to plough […]
Unanimous, an onymous, pusillani mous: all animus
Inspired by the February landscape, I compose my first haiku. In February Bare limbs stretch above, Broody leaves nestle below, Live buds lurk, waiting.