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When the rains subside

When the rains subside

When the rains subside,

they beg to go outside,

and we catch the moment.

Swiftly we walk

along country lanes,

and inhale the freshness

that lays all about –

buried, as it is,

under fallen leaves and twigs.

The Cornish Mizzle

The Cornish Mizzle

In Cornwall, twixt the mist and drizzle,

which is something that’s called the Cornish Mizzle;

for, it’s when two like things do meld as one;

that they become a confladum.

In Transylvania, long ago,

there was a thing that joined, just so;

a twilight rising of the mist

known back then as the Transylvania Twist.

“Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist? spoke Dracula.

Then, he hastened to add, “It is so sorely mist!”

Thus he spoke from his castle keep

when he deemed to arise from his daytime sleep.

Yet another rainy day haiku from the mind of one who has recently been rained down upon more than a Summer season should reasonably allow.

Yet another rainy day haiku from the mind of one who has recently been rained down upon more than a Summer season should reasonably allow.

Looking out windows,

seeing the pourtentous sky

relieving itself.

In the Garden Haiku (x2)

I’m in the Garden

I’m in the garden –
out between the rain showers –
sipping a cuppa.
The air is so fresh,
it’s like it has been watered
clean of all the yuck.

“It’s Puzzle Weather!”

“It’s Puzzle Weather!”

Here comes Tony,

Here comes Heather,

Here they come again;

it’s puzzle weather.

Every time it’s rains,

it’s always the same

here comes Tony,

here comes Heather;

“Have you got a game?

It’s puzzle weather!”

Where is My Rainbow?

Where Is My Rainbow?

I can see the sun shining,

I feel the raindrops;

so where is my rainbow?

Where?

I look about,

doubt in my heart

that one will be there;

when there should be one there.

Where is my rainbow?

Where?

Or am I just imagining

that when two facts collide

a resulting phenomenon

should be to my side?

Where is my rainbow?

Where?

Oh, where?

For it isn’t there.

April The Twenty-Ninth

April The Twenty-Ninth

April The Twenty-Ninth

arrived with a plomb.

I was a lert;

others were, variously,

a droit, a fraid, or a miable.

Disregarding all that,

April The Twenty-Ninth was,

variously, wet, dry, stormy, calm,

an irritant, a balm,

hot, cold, young, old

and liable to amuse, confuse

and leave us all wondering how and why

a day like this could call itself anything other

than a day of ease…

or bother.