cocooned in deepsleep
anemone bathes in blue;
nightmares tsunami

Melbricta's final kiss,
Malice from one made heartless.
Sigurd: biter bit.

Two more: there's nothing like being stuck next to a feverish, dozing girlie for getting a long novel finished.

( haiku and hiking (kinda)... )

The cow, taking a big
dreamy crap, turning
To look at me

I've got Looby Loo trained to drag me away from any display of books on sale--even second hand--with cries of "You're not to buy any more books, Mummy!" Last week I went into town with the Aged P however and bought one book (admittedly twice over, the second copy being a birthday present for my brother (who I fairly safely assume doesn't read this)). So another interstitial completion

( death )

Not done one since the autumn. So a haiku in honour of the currently clement weather (and its inevitable feline consequences):

Outside wind-blown drifts
Thaw; indoors moulted fur piles.
Time for the spring clean.

[I don't do horoscopes, don't believe in some intervening hand of fate, but I can't avoid sometimes falling into the trap of reading more into coincidence.... Hell, it hits the mood.]

Today's Merriam-Webster Word of the Day is revenant.

[And to add to the cheer...]

This Other Autumn

Dog piss laps lamp posts
That tick 'til dusk sodiums.
Dust dry leaves skitter.

I'm sorry, not much of a Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness here.