There is a garden outside the local hospital. Around the periphery there is a series of garden benches, the ornamental type, made from single pieces of wood. I am sitting on one, my eyes are closed.
 I can hear a rabbit scurrying around somewhere close. They are tame creatures, providing a comfort in their own unknowing way.
 There are roses in the air, early roses perhaps, but unmistakable, fragrant.
 I lick my lips and taste pollen. It’s sweet, sharp, not entirely unpleasant.
 The sun burns. I open my eyes. I am sitting in the shadow of a tree

 for the eye clinic
 cherry blossom 

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.


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