Monday, 12 August 2019

The swans on the river
While a wind blows over
A waste of thistles

from Winter by Philip Larkin
through the old magnifying glass
reading
with my mother’s eyes

Published (2019) Failed Haiku Volume 4, Issue 45, page 86 
an old cat
stretched out 
on a hot car roof
at the kitchen door 
a half eaten fly
in the spider’s web

 jasmine breeze the scent.... ...of Genoa