8 September 2014

a tiny haibun


I am working in the garden of a lady whose husband has just died.


On the doorstep is the vicar, to discuss arrangements for the funeral.

At the kerb is his huge shiny black RangeRover 4X4 with personalised plates, the letters REV.


She turns him away because he is an hour early.



before his time . . .

white pips

in the fallen apple

 

nightshade

 
nightshade . . . 

tiny white stars 

& a berry black 

  

6 September 2014

2 September 2014