It’s 1st September and, I suppose, the first day of autumn. There are apples in the grass below our apple trees and the bay tree isn’t bowing under the weight of raindrops.
This week I must continue with The Haunted Tide. I will write a haiku or other poem as a warm-up exercise each morning and here is the first one.
Bay Tree Haiku
Burnished foliage
Aromatic evergreen
Laurel in the crown
writing in north norfolk 