Is it romantic?
Or are the words just slushy,
Like the melting snow?
It’s a difficult balance to get the words right, to express emotions without getting too sentimental or too pretentious, and just being sincere. I guess that is why so many people give up, and rely on the words of the old poets to help them out. Whatever works.
It snowed hard all night,
The morning saw it warming
And the thaw began.
I am losing the plot. The sharp-eyed may have noticed that yesterday’s blog had a stupid rhyme, not a haiku. I forgot to add the haiku! Luckily I managed a couple of half decent images from the park, so you now get the haiku that was planned for the last blog post.
3/10 – must try harder. Baker fails to concentrate in class, and his marks would substantially improve if he got his brain in gear.
The great god Thor went for a ride
upon his favourite filly.
I’m Thor he cried, the horse replied –
“You forgot your thaddle thilly”.
No, not that type of thor. Once again we seemed to be on the periphery of the really bad weather, and as soon as it had finished snowing, it started to get slushy and melt. But at least it meant I was able to get a fairly unusual image of Wollaton Hall in the winter.
Light as a feather,
Eyes twinkling, red breast puffed proud.
Grateful for the seeds.
I know I have previously posted about the robins at Attenborough Nature Reserve, but they really are very tame. When there is the chance of free food, they overcome any fear, and will happily feed until either startled, or when they have had enough,
