26th April 2012

thick scent of trumpet 
flowers assault my nostrils;
yellow, rich, heavy

Freya Pickard 2012

24th April 2012

grey veiling cloud mists
the morning sky, threatening 
rain that does not fall

Freya Pickard 2012

19th April 2012

stretching, releasing
from a firm centre strong, I 
work out; Pilates

Freya Pickard 2012

17th April 2012

the flat brown winter
trees become dimensional
as their leaves unfurl

Freya Pickard 2012

12th April 2012

oak trees frame the path
opposite; heather borders 
of spring green and mauve

Freya Pickard 2012

10th April 2012

absorbing colours
scents, sounds within a garden
of Kentish design

5th April 2012

silver birch unfolds
bright green leaves that drift in the 
pleasant, balmy breeze

Freya Pickard 2012

April 4th

Bright yellow flowers
cover the forsythia
like a swarm of bees.

by Libby 2012

I love this haiku for its strong imagery and shouting colours. I had never thought of the flowers being like a swarm of bees so that was delightful to read and imagine. I found this uplifting and refreshing. Freya

You can find more of Libby's poetry at thewobblydumdumtree

This week Libby is giving away a copy of her poetry collection Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles at my other blog, Clippings.

To find out how you can win a copy for yourself, click here

To read my review on Libby's book click here

3rd April 2012

inbetween greyness
neither hot nor cold; weather
is indecisive

Freya Pickard 2012