Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Friday, 9 May 2014

Three Spring Haikai

Swallows from the shed
scythe through the gloaming to catch
the last daylight flies.

Wind sways a window
and the countryside swerves
before the rain comes.

Mouldy winter straw
is the only reminder
of old politicians.

1 comment:

Marcus Billson said...

Now this is a poem.
Bravo.
Truly wabi/sabi !