I wrote another Haiku today. I didn't know whether or not I should submit it to the Haiku website. I feel unsure of myself now. In the end I braved it out and sent it. I have to be prepared to receive positive and negative feedback.
My latest poem is called Not Yet Spring. I've been enjoying the warm weather we've had for the last couple of days but I know it can't last. It would be so easy to get lulled into a false sense of security; to believe that spring is in the air. But it's February. I do not believe for one second that we've seen the last of the snow, frost and ice. I looked out of the front bedroom window this morning and felt that on the edge of the horizon the cold weather was waiting, malevolently. Have I mentioned before that I hate winter? Well, I do and this poem sums up my feelings of dread, as I imagine more cold weather on the way.
Not Yet Spring.
a snarling dog waits
crouching on the horizon
the cold bite of frost
As I stared out of the window a huge fox bounded across the lawn. It was eleven oclock in the morning. Most unusal, as I've only seen foxes at night before. He came to a dead end at the fence and I wondered if he might climb over. Instead he headed off down the path away from my house and towards the fields. I expect that one day I shall write something about him.