Autumn Haiku

Cold and crisp, mown grass In those emerald breaking waves. Winter’s almost here. One of the gates just outside Wantage Hall. I took this photo a couple of days ago, trying to (unsuccessfully) capture the rushing of amber leaves. It's getting cold in Britain. And, to top that off, I've get a massive cold myself, …

Wintery Haiku

I’m a little under-prepared for posting today (especially with the lack of time I currently have), so here’s a haiku I wrote recently. In Latin and then it’s rough translation. Enjoy. *** Flens aer gelidus, Sones ferit in terram: Imber nix mutat. * The frozen air cries, The sounds beat against the ground: Raindrops into snow. ***