Friday
The evening evolves
over cheese, wine and chatter,
we crawl home at five.
Saturday
We pitter patter,
along cobbles, lit by a
giant moon night light.
Sunday
I spy nuthatches,
birds with the best eyeliner,
fluttering round us.
Monday
I'm faint and fearful,
face down on the floor, shaking,
completely confused.
Tuesday
Cooling my hot toes
in long grass, happy daisies,
smile up at me, dance.
Wednesday
Night falls, we wander
to ponder the river as
swifts screech overhead.
Thursday
You know, il fait beau,
oui, il fait chaud à Bordeaux,
peut-être un peu trop!
And since I haven't put anything up here except haikus for weeks now, here's a bonus picture to illustrate Sunday's syllables...
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