From tiny beginnings to oceans I discovered the world in words

7 days into March

daffodils peep out
assess the situation-
washing out to dry
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018


6 days into March

air seems lighter now
thin cloud not so oppressive
spring teases us all
trees scribble against the sky
till nature’s paintbrush dips green
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018


The core of beauty

lies within

spooning petals

autumn shades

spreading wide

caves of shadows

lure tiny insects

into safe retreat.


Petal throats open lips

swallow raindrops

moistem stamen

stacked with golden

pollen promise

above the shadows

bees, butterflies

collect, feed, retreat.

Elaine Patricia Morris (c) March 2018

3 days into March

afternoon cream tea
scones among spring primroses-
jam first or cream first
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

PS.. we were in a garden centre spring has not yet arrived.

1 day into March

continual snow
cancels our first planned meeting-
haiku unwritten
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

28 days into February

sun shines a window
through the cloud
snowflakes leave slowly
as silently as they came
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

24 days into February

haiku mind present
showered morning freshness-
sweet breakfast yoghurt
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)

22 days into February

in British gardens
no panda eating bamboo-
bamboo’ runs wild here
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

21 days into February

I swamped by darkness
where trees reach to nothingness-
the rising moon smiles
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

20 days into February

glorious sunset
bony fingers reach through fire-
blackbird’s evensong
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

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