Where's the week gone? The garden's a bit less jungly, & after a bit of a builder disaster (gone into a black hole) I gave up, & plastered Amy's kitchen walls & ceiling, will be good after a 2nd coat. The walls worked rather better.
More Haiku, who remembers the swaying near-crawl, just before the real thing leads to freedom&escape? Wait for it Clare!
Most of this group came when walking in Dorset last weekend, brain in receptive free-wheel mode.
Some of the next few borrow words or form from proper poets, add a comment when you identify one!
so close to escape
hesitant stick-insect sway
to free babycrawl
spirit of freedom,
blithe acrobat speck
sweet-fatal dew drops
silvered cobwebs gentle glow
catches low sunbeams