I shake the sand
out of my walking shoes –
early autumn rain
(Originally published in Hedgerow #144, Winter 2023)
Published by
Maeve O'Sullivan
Maeve has been publishing poetry and haiku for twenty-five years. She has five collections with Alba Publishing: Initial Response (2011), Vocal Chords (2014), A Train Hurtles West (2015) , Elsewhere (2017) and Wasp on the Prayer Flag (2021). She is a founder member of Haiku Ireland and a member of the British Haiku Society. Maeve conducts haiku workshops with adults and children, and also works as a literary journalist.
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Love the mood you have captured here, Maeve. I can almost hear a soft sigh!
Love the mood you have captured here, Maeve. I can almost hear a soft sigh!
marion
shallow root weeds grow
as tall as today ,
a pile of broken sundial
stair step
wood grain ripple
where rain’s dust gathers
– a sparrow
takes a summer bath.
fawn
running for a moment –
sink water on hands
autumn leaves
flying high and out of reach
the many words I knew