Note to self: If you want to stay up till 3am, go ahead, drink that double espresso …
Old Hob: You know you’re getting old (or have become a Hobbit) when it seems like time well spent, mornings, shaving your ears.
The creatures of the world debated which of them had most right to the title Prodigious.
Come somnambulate with me
Through silver-touched night gardens
Where the oil-black stream slips slowly by
And poppies nod by winding paths
Slow night-dark heads in off-beat time.
Four in the morning and I can’t sleep.
Bedclothes too hot, too heavy.
Picture postcard illustrating a couple of seasonally descriptive haiku written recently and previously published on twitter