
a white butterfly
flits between fuchsia flowers;
never landing
Colin Myles

a white butterfly
flits between fuchsia flowers;
never landing
Colin Myles
I am grateful to have had a haiku published in this magazine.
https://archive.org/details/heterodox-contrarians/page/n13/mode/2up
My haiku is on page 14
Colin Myles

rainy summer night
the streetlights already on;
beer wine or whiskey
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grey clouds eating up
remaining parts of blue sky;
turn on reading lamp
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wild strawberry leaves
growing out from the hedgerow;
will they ripen ?
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crimson fire sunset
Coltrane on the radio;
kinda magical
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through church's stone wall
a single poppy growing;
heading to library
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yellow crescent moon
smiles down on village tonight;
slow sip of tequila
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seagulls racing round
round round the water tower;
bay is darkening
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some blackbirds and jays
flit around an old oak tree;
ritual of sorts
Colin Myles