Sometime in November I set myself the task of writing a haiku, or at least a short poem, each morning after meditation, and before breakfast. I managed it most mornings, and it was quite interesting to look through them again. They seemed to chart a declining mood towards the trough of December. (From my window I can see the tops of some houses, some trees and one tower of the Forth Road Bridge. These were often what I fixed on.)
11/11/08
Atop the tower
Grey clouds hurry past
On their way to Christmas
12/11/08
Morning sky
Black branches and houses
Last night's anger still humming
13/11/08
Sky darkening
In the farmhouse wall
A bomb hole
14/11/08
Dull wind
You can move the branches
Now move those clouds
17/11/08
Blue morning
The lights are on
Blue slippers wait
19/11/08
On this clear morning
I want to sleep
All night
20/11/08
Windy morning
My double glazing
Turns off the sound
22/11/08
Late rise
Ah! The sun is here already
25/11/08
Sleepy morning
Am I
Here yet?
26/11/08
Morning clouds
Dark water
World in shadow
28/11/08
Drowsy morning
My room
Swallowed in a yawn
We live so long
When do hard times
End?
it is a long time since i have seen such drivel