A Memory of November by Freya Pickard

The dying year weeps

Fallen leaves as sap declines.

Earth and trees sleep deep.

A Memory of October by Freya Pickard

Tender green fronds, bright

Sun-like heart, white petals gleam,

Fragrant, sun-warmed herb.

A Memory of September by Freya Pickard

Recycling cardboard

And dried cut fennel stalks for

An insect hotel.

A Memory of August by Freya Pickard

Like a delicate

Candyfloss, mint flowers bloom

Enticing insects

Huntress by Freya Pickard

Keen-eyed, sights the stag

Running beneath forest leaves;

Closes for the kill.

A Memory of July by Freya Pickard

Seed sown in soil

Produces fruit in darkness;

Perfect potatoes!

A Memory of June by Freya Pickard

Yellow veins stretch out

Supporting the wide, green leaf

Cabbage slowly grows.

A Memory of May by Freya Pickard

A single seed makes

Two soft leaves to seek the sun -

A promise of fruit.

A Memory of April by Freya Pickard

Cornflower blue smiles

Opens his crowned head towards

The rays of sunshine.

A sunshine haiku by Freya Pickard

Sun strong on my skin

Relaxes, warms my body.

Breeze is still cool

A fruity haiku by Freya Pickard

Green, round fruits, tartness

Inside, sweetened by sugar –

A gooseberry fool!

An elemental haiku by Freya Pickard

Clouds sailing eastwards

Driven by a high wind from

The sun’s daily death.

8-8

A burst of colour

Bright orange on green, flower

Nods gently and smiles.

8-5

The insistent rain

Drenches, pours, soaks and spatters

Earth, road, grass and stone.