Seasons confusion;
here and there a trace
of spring blossoms out of time,
while the first hint of autumn
touches lightly on the leaves.


transformation green leaves dull
as summer days fade.


The cloying fragrance
of weeping lime trees shedding
blossom fills the street.

Fallen Angels

Sycamore seeds
scattered across the path
like many little pairs of wings
discarded by fallen angels.


So far unseen,
but clues suggest
we have a hedgehog
sharing our garden.


Daughter off to Spain,
son returns from Germany;
coming and going.


but clouds come
drifting slowly by,
shadows fall, stretching and shrinking
like unworldly living creatures flexing their muscles.

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This is my first attempt at writing a Fibo-Ku, a form based on the mathematical Fibonacci Sequence. Each line contains the number of syllables indicated by the sequence number – i.e. 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13. You will find a more complete explanation, with better examples at ‘Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library’ blog here, which is where I first came across the form.

New Blooms

Summer surprise;
my neighbour’s magnolia
blooms anew.

Stop Out

All night and most of the day
she stayed away.
I fretted and worried,
I called her name,
she never came.
Now in the mid-afternoon,
she is here.
It’s quite clear
she wonders why all the fuss.
She cleans her bowl, herself,
and falls asleep
in her favourite chair.

Loom as Home


My feelings exactly!

Originally posted on myfiberbatical:


“Weaving wanted me and I gracefully embraced the loom with its exacting processes and felt at home.”

Judith Poxson Fawkes from Weaving a Chronicle

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