Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Misty mornings, foggy days
Walking in the shadowed haze
All is quiet, eerie, strange.
Fleeting shadows out of range.
What things linger in the fog?
Do I see the red eyed dog?
Panic slithers up my spine.
I inhale the musty scent of pine.
Silence breaks, a lone crow call
to his murder come one come all.
He shrieks a warning dangers near
His sudden flight brings back my fear.
That primevil dread that we all face
when we,re in a creepy place
I hurry now to clear the trees,
A shadow moves and then I freeze
What was the shade that I just saw
lingering on the misty moor?
Scent of heather stings my nose
misty damp clings to my clothes.
I see those eyes glow in the fog
Rising from the dreaded bog,
I don't know what lingers there
what spirit ruffles through my hair.
but now I see some light ahead
It shimmers brave and lifts my dread
I force my feet towards the light
The mist is bad but I dread the night.
Onwards now, I stumble ahead
trying to outrun this dread
Faster, faster almost there
I reach my gate and stop and stare
Into the swirling clinging fog
Was there really a red eyed dog?
Somewhere out there waiting to bound
out from hell like the Baskerville hound.
JKS October 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Robin Redbreast sings her song
Tummy full of eggs
Looking for a place to nest.
I dont pretend to even start to understand Haiku.
I have read and read and still dont get it.
I also apparently got the format wrong.
I believe it's supposed to be 5 syllables then 7 then 5.
This is the other way around, 7/5/7
Friday, March 27, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
The North wind is blowing wild