Dusk, and the moon rises,
nicotiana scent wafts
with evening jasmine.
Polly Stretton © 2020
This is the sixtieth Haiku that I’ve posted on a daily basis since napowrimo 2020, and it’s also the last day of June, a good place to pause for the time being as I focus on my new collections of poetry ‘The Alchemy of 42’ and ‘Growing Places’ – look out for them – and thank you for reading and following.
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30/06/2020 at 16:15
Good luck with your next project.
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30/06/2020 at 16:18
Thanks Elaine, I’ve done so many projects for others over the past few years, now it’s time for me to get on with some of my own 🌻 I’ll post here from time to time and will try to keep up. 😊
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01/07/2020 at 21:44
“nicotiana”–I’ve not heard that word before. How beautifully it floats off the tongue. Lovely Haiku as always, Polly.
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02/07/2020 at 09:25
It’s a beautiful flower with incredible scent that is stronger in the evenings, Carrie. Lovely to see you here – just like old times 😊
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