Autumn Mists

The sun hides behind
a gauzy veil of cloud. Shy bride
of the autumn mists.


Not an end to drought
but the ground has had a soak.
Lovely, lovely rain.

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We have finally had a good rainfall overnight and all morning. Gentle rain that soaks in well and saves the need to water the garden for today at least. It has refilled my water butt. This is not the end of the drought though, rivers and reservoirs are still very low and hosepipe bans in place around the country, thankfully not where I live yet but I have been avoiding using the hose and only watering where necessary with waste water saved from the kitchen, using the watering can. The forecast is for another dry spell by the weekend. Still I am thankful for what we have, many areas have not had much at all for a long time.



Cycling in sunshine
on a balmy March morning,
listening to bird song.


The sun has come out.
Hang the washing on the line.
Sun goes in again!


weather; waiting for forecast
thunder storms to come.


Manna from heaven;
the bees busy foraging.
Our clover filled lawn.


Evening visitors;
bats flitting around the yard.
Where do they come from?

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Bats regularly flit around the back of our house in the evening but I have absolutely no idea where their home is!

Ghost Lights

Reflected ghost lights
twinkle on evergreen bush;
Christmas fairy-lights.

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Morning sunlight streaming briefly through my back window bounced off the cut-glass lamp inherited from my in-laws onto the front window showing ghostly fairy-lights on the bush in my front garden – it took a minute or two to work out what was causing them!

Elfje Proverbs

Here’s a little bit of silly nonsense for you today.

I have been fascinated with proverbs ever since I was a child. I used to be able to recite loads of them. This morning I was lying in bed awake, idly thinking about proverbs and it being National Poetry Day, and I wondered if I could connect the two by turning proverbs into short form poems.

Haiku didn’t really work as the proverbs are generally not long enough and being formed by syllable count rather than whole words it is difficult to fit them in to the line structure.

I had rather more success with Elfje and came up with:

bird in
the hand is
worth two in the

This second one I decided worked better as a Reverse Elfje but I did have to add the first word:

you never miss the
water till the
well runs

Fifty Shades

Fifty shades of green.
Blessings of my lush garden,
oasis of calm.

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