A whispered refrain
Mournful on summer mornings
Wind through the reed beds
Reeds
Category: Haiku
You Make My Summer
It isn’t the sun
Or even the sea and sand
You make my summer
Gloomy Summer’s Day
Gloomy summer’s day
Bobbing at the water’s edge
A lonely boardwalk
Creation
If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick?
“In the beginning.”
When energy first transformed
Into first matter
Sunset
Darkness descending.
Colours fading into black.
Good night, beautiful.
Lliwiau’n troi yn ddu
Tywyllwch nawr yn disgyn
Nos da fy nghariad
