This 'personification' of a local landmark in Bolton, Lancashire, is my way of saying thank you to it for all the wonderful memories it has left with me over the years.
pilgrims scurry like blind ants -
tickle me to life.
Heat haze crowns my peak,
only swallows do cartwheels,
I rest and watch clouds.
Red berry-sun rises,
gold falls from generous trees -
who sees this treasure?
My namesake descends,
covers me in a soft down,
time to sleep again.
Haiku by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2016-05-12 at 14:33
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Winter Hill in four seasons: dedicated to Ceris Morris
Footsteps above me,pilgrims scurry like blind ants -
tickle me to life.
Heat haze crowns my peak,
only swallows do cartwheels,
I rest and watch clouds.
Red berry-sun rises,
gold falls from generous trees -
who sees this treasure?
My namesake descends,
covers me in a soft down,
time to sleep again.
Haiku by Christopher Fernie
Read 835 times
Written on 2016-05-12 at 14:33
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