Friday haiku 92

A thousand years gone
A nuthatch grooms the pine
Still silent as stone

Friday haiku 91

Outside, it’s still July
In my hotel room,
Late October

Friday haiku 90

Nothing moves
in this heat
except desire

An ankie taile

A bit of whimsey to start off the week.

Gorra, an lie kracket
the wee dawnie dae
from splet to splet
an a’ the weasel kinges
clambeth op.

A northie hawke has flet!

Hoo kenna splenna laik
the mermal twae?
Wan an twee dipsa swan
tell a’ the crukdum sings
an die, an stop.

A northie hawke has splet!

an ney willa cumagin
furrah the bashie wail.

Friday haiku 89

Soaring high above
inside the red-shouldered hawk
the souls of sparrows