5,7,5 – 365
11th November 2015
A haiku and a diary entry, every day for a year. All in no particular order.
I’m behind on my blog, I have a gig to write up and another important event but they are still works in progress. So Diary entries and haiku may appear out of synch. It doesn’t really matter, I hop back and forth in my head and the blog will just reflect that.
In the meantime, over a coffee in my favourite weekday haunt, with no willow in sight, I came up with the following.
The Willow weeping
Cries golden tears to the wind
For Winter draws near