Late fruit again

Late ripe raspberry
picked, eaten, sweet.
One overripe left for birds.

Late Fruit

I picked a late ripe raspberry in the garden today, and eat it. Another one, overripe, and a couple of not quite ripe ones, I left on the bush. The one for the birds, the others for a later picking.

Seaford November 2012

On the train back home, just after sunset:

Cattle black as night
loom through curtain of dusk drawn
across water meadows.

After the dream

The first small thing I wrote in ages. It arrived after I woke from a dream.
I tried to put it into a Haiku.

In my dream your eyes
saw me. By day I saw you
graze in greener grass.