Red Kite
The river, bridged by
A road and a red kite, marks
The confluence point
Wood Pigeon
Gathering twigs, you
Build a willow tree house in
View from my window
Seagulls
Three seagulls scull by
One calling ‘Stroke!’ as they fly
A blue summer sky
Swallows
Swallows turn sharply
Sizing up the summer fields
Wing spans set square now
Swifts
Above the house, there!
The needle song of swift flight
Threading through the sky
April evening at Bishop’s Palace, Wells
Pen and her cygnets
Evening light on calm water
Following her home
Early May Bank Holiday
A pair of swallows
Perched on the telephone line
Calling they’ve arrived
A crow overhead
Ruffles of black silk flying
In the warm Spring breeze
I notice it has been a while since I've posted up any haiku here, you can now find my bird haiku over on my Wordpress blog here: patriciarustart.blog
Meanwhile I will try and update this Blogger site every now and then!
