brings the image of a place unattended for a long time...sad and evocative haiku, John, wishes, devika
... and the memory searches.Fine one John! _m
A bitter-sweet haiku, John...
Reminds me of my dad's boyhood home on Snowdon's southern flank now the cottage is a heap of blue slates overrun with thistles and sheep. Only visitors the wind whistling and the rain forever falling and the crows and jackdaws posting the verbal contributions.
Sometimes we have great words in Scotland - but-an-ben is one. Great image, John.
after reading your post for more than a year now i find myself read the Scottish and always trying to sort the english in my head before actually reading the English; Line three was easy for me this time; much love...
A powerful moment
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