Haiku for a grey morning


grey cloud

grey grass sea sprinkled

with seed pearls



coughs defiance into

the sunday silence


rain patters

on last year’s leaves

and this year’s snails

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Haiku for a grey morning”

  1. The pheasant coughs defiance. Yes, it does. Now I note above its season’s over (or just beginning). Thank goodness!

    “[S]eed pearls . . . Sunday silence . . . last year’s leaves . . . this year’s snails.” If I may say, it’s all thoughtful and melodic.

    1. Thank you. The hunting season is officially over since midnight last night. Some of the wild things have a breathing space until it all starts again in September. The pheasants shouldn’t really be here at all. They are left overs from shoots that have formed breeding colonies and this one seems to know when he’s safe again because for the last few days of the season he’s out there yelling his head off.

      1. I suppose I just expect to find them in the salad. I don’t like finding them (or caterpillars) in the flowers though. There’s always enough salad for everyone. If they eat all the new leaves of the plants, there won’t be any plant left!

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