poetry – Page 11 – ColinMylesAuthor

Haiku – Fragments

dozing in armchair
a world between our own world;
just fragments remain

Colin Myles

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the hazy sunshine
turns back to cloudy skies;
finish my coffee

Colin Myles

icy cold sea mist
cleaves to barren rocky shore;
ahead shifting shapes

round the twisting bend
past the old village marker;
dead fox lays by verge

open kitchen blinds
coffee ceremony starts;
grind beans, pour water . . .

donkey's big brown eyes
peer over the chipped stone wall;
waiting to turn right

the wolf moon bringing
stormy seas and angry waves;
inside car in awe

this morning's grey mist
floats atop Burren mountains;
charcoal silhouettes

looking to the west

sunset fading before me

closing the curtains

it’s almost nightfall
twilight just slipping away
hedgerows in silence

it’s almost nightfall
twilight just slipping away
hedgerows are silent

it’s almost nightfall
twilight just slipping away
three islands in view

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