Scottish Summer #haiku #2 Last rays of the sun Catching the ferns alight Which dance by the loch

Scottish Summer #haiku #1 Last rays of the sun Caught in a spiders web And spun into gold

Lilac In The Green I walked in silence With sheep And heather As my company. Bright red moss Staining my peat bog foot steps. I climbed waterfalls, And walked the stream. My feet were wet with Highland water: The soft and lilting voice Of Scotland itself.

Lysithea A box without a lock, lost. Liminal; My feet on the sand, Caressed by the waves, And walking between The feathers, Fish bones, And driftwood. Stones send stabs of pain through my feet. Now searching the rocks, Frantic, The cliffs raging above me, I look to the sea. A box without a lock, lost. Liminal; Between the land and the sea, Sand beneath my feet.

Spring In October The October rain Transforms the browning moss Into a carpet of veridian. Draped over twigs and branches And dripping, moisture soaked, Releasing a sweet, earthy scent I carried throught the forest. The October rain Wakens the browning moss, Which yawns and stretches Over twigs and branches, Blanketing the trees with veridian. The spring, collecting mossy drops, Trickles over clay soaked stones, Weaving through the ferns and moss, Releasing a sweet, earthy scent I carried through the forest.