By Jay St John Knight.
The streets are draped with
Lights like dewy spider webs –
The moon is a pearl.
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Haiku – XII
By Jay St John Knight.
Still sea’s surface is
A clear mirror of cold sky.
The Cormorant dives.
Haiku – XI
Distant winter sun
In sky as cold as tempered steel –
Wind dances with frost.
Haiku – X
By Jay St John Knight.
Sporadic rain falls
On hunched hoods in greying streets
And I sip coffee.
A Sunday Morning.
By Jay St John Knight.
Heavy eyes blink open
As the first rays pour in.
We lie, limbs entwined
Like tree roots.
Beauty sublime.
Haiku – IX
By Jay St John Knight.
Indigo clouds mask
The rusty November sun –
Boats sleep in the bay.
Haiku – VIII
By Jay St John Knight.
Frosted waves rear high
Before pummelling the pier –
Sea spray clouds my eyes.
Haiku – VII
November sun hides
Behind dreary clouds of grey –
Mulch melts underfoot.
To Catch an Angel.
By Jay St John Knight
Angels fall from the sky
Encased in tears
Of lost time
From the Great Eye.
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Shimmering gold sunset:
Bright descent of The Holy
Bound in droplets
Racing to ground never met
Haiku – VI
By Jay St John Knight
September drizzle
Speckles the grey windscreen clouds.
Gutters become streams.
