Haikus in salt were produced while at work, but some reflect what I was thinking about in the broader world. This is a haiku written about the start of spring.
The crunch of crystallised grass Feet skittering across mirrored ice Windows frosted with geometric precision Pedestrians trailing steam Crisp clean air, refreshing and revitalising The joys of a icy morning
A few haikus inspired by pictures taken on a walk I took along the shore a few days ago, enjoy.
As I walked home through the city yesterday evening I noticed soft pink petals whipped up by the breeze.