Haiku for Primroses

Primroses in a  

ditch, surviving wind and rain, 

lighting up the gloom.

I am currently putting together a collection of poetry including photographs which I have taken myself along the river. The collection will be called The Red Petticoat and it’s almost ready.

Two haikus:

I pass this cave at least twice every day but I have never looked inside, preferring to leave it as a mystery!

1. Dark, cold, damp, moisture

    dripping, creeping; insects crawl

    among the beer cans.

2. Hidden, warm, dry, safe

     a camper bed, books and wine

     crusty bread and cheese.