Sunday, 31 January 2010

haiku

waiting at dusk
for the train to leave -
song thrush sings.

11 comments:

Jasmine said...

Oh, I love the song thrush, it has such a wonderful song. i ought my little girl one of the RSPB singing birds. Your pictures of erwick below are wonderful. makes me feel like visiting Northumberland again xJ

The Weaver of Grass said...

Carol from the field book - has three song thrushes in her garden and all singing - wish i had one!

Love your new header - your wintry scene was beautiful but cold - this one has a touch of spring about it. Shall change mine tomorrow.

PurestGreen said...

This is lovely - it feels like that space created between one breath and another. I love the new header.

RG said...

The thrush is a bird of the coming spring here!

Kat Mortensen said...

This has a wistful sadness that appeals to me.

RoseBelle said...

Makes me wish we have thrush in San Francisco. They are lovely birds. We only have black birds, not sure if they are crows.

Bill said...

Is there a more specific name for the song of the song thrush? That would allow you to avoid "song . . . sings." Of course, you don't necessarily want to avoid it.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Bill you make a very good point but the song thrush is the song thrush is the song thrush, no other name in English, though there may be obscure dialect names which would lose the recognition factor.

Anonymous said...

This one is really nice, Juliet.

You asked on my blog if the Brant I posted is the same as yours. I don't think so. From what I have read you have the Russian there, and we have the Atlantic.

mark said...

You take us so many places with your haiku

Anonymous said...

I love Haiku. I love how so much can be said and made to think about with so few words. I am liking this, you. I am liking the soft whimsical feel to her.