Mid May Summer
The weekend passed with a foreboding taste of summer. The blackthorn dropped its white veil of white bloom and the ground under the forsythia is yellow from fallen flowers. My […]
Category Archives: haiku
Antiquities
The other day when watching the Antique Roadshow I started to ponder about the antiquities of tomorrow. Nothing made by human hands, produced in sweatshops, synthesised from chemicals and burning […]
Rite of Spring
From far away I hear that cherry-blooms are on their way. The way their sheer pinkness blends with a perfect blue sky reminds me of everything is beautiful and for […]
Wolf hour darkness
I would not call this spring, but according to meteorology we have now left the season of winter. The ground is still frozen, and ice covers most of the lakes […]
First day
Waking up with the memory of fireworks, my thoughts go to the troubled year stretching before us. So many days when matters may turn from bad to worse, so many […]
