From ominous sky
Soft wisps reach out, comforting
Soothed patchwork bundles.
Today I attended a workshop on writing poetry about landscapes, or places in general. We were asked to go outside into the Iveragh countryside and write a haiku about what we saw. It was a gloomy, grey day and I was particularly inspired by the mist being blown delicately across the contours of the hills. It reminded me of a loving caress or a mother comforting and protecting a baby.