home from the city—
waiting at the station
Orion

 

 

 

 

 

Original version published in Shamrock.

Published by

David Serjeant

David Serjeant lives in Derbyshire, UK, where he works in online communication for a local authority. His work has been published in journals such as Blithe Spirit, Presence, Simply Haiku, Shamrock and Chrysanthemum, amongst others.

14 thoughts on “”

  1. Love the first line in particular. It feels as if this haiku is written for me as presently I go into the city as Santa and come back to a small town a plain man. ;-)

    Alan

  2. Thanks for the comments, guys. It stems from my days in London, when I used to come home to visit the folks. I'd leave work with my ruck sack, battle the rush hour tube, race-walk along the platform at St Pancras station and settle in my spot to hide behind a book or lean my head against the window, emerging 200 miles later in my home town after dark.

    Good luck as Santa., Alan. My daughters had a letter from the real one today – his spelling is atrocious.

  3. When I came to the last line … all of a sudden the vast expanse of night sky opened up everything….I could feel the crisp cold air and felt like pulling my coat a little tighter against it. I enjoyed this haiku very much!

    Glad to hear Alan's playing Santa! Have a happy holiday, Alan. Merrill

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