Yellow-faced finches
Flit in the bushes
Of the ancient woods.
A cold wind rises,
Tossing the topmost branches,
Dancing with flame-like larch leaves
Lining the edge
Of a field of sedge,
Milky in the early
light.
It is silent
Under a pearly
Norfolk
sky.
©Kim M. Russell, 2015
Yes, I know, the haiku was supposed to be the final post of today, but I couldn’t stop myself!
writing in north norfolk 