Twitter Haiku 8

M25 at dusk.
Everything, everywhere grey.
Wake me when we're there.
(Andrew Baker ‏@ajbaker)

We are on a spinning rock
floating through space,
where all of its beauty can be traced
to a handful of chemicals.
(@SoluslupusIII)

Only when I am in public
and far away from home
do I realise my jeans
are covered in butternut squash.
(Hannah Cruse ‏@RoxieRoulette)

Keep an eye out tonight for Mars and Saturn:
They will appear close to one another,
Low in the southwest as the sky darkens.
(‏@BBCStargazing)

Abruptly awoken by crow
announcing a murder.
(@sumit Sumit Paul-Choudhury)

Now at the foot of One Canada Square
With a spray of rain dusting my face,
Wind in my hair. Intense!
(‏@MarkOneinFour)

Currently sat on a dark field on Bodmin Moor,
listening to wild ponies whinnying
in the not-too-great-a distance.
Probably the Beast.
(Richard Firth-Godbehere)

Seven hours of passing sunny landscapes,
and insects liquefying in small explosions
on the windscreen. Get out of the car
to a breeze and the smell of pines.
(AdamNathanielFurman ‏@Furmadamadam)

During family snorkel
we look up & see
a rocky outcrop
with fluffy Herring Gull chicks
precariously teetering
on narrow platforms.
(@MayaPlass)

There's something beautiful
about the manner in which
railway workers stare up
at the slow passing trains.
(Andrew Male ‏@AndrewMaleMojo)

Damp and drearily dreary.
Cool. Love this weather.
(Bek Hobbes ‏@Greebobek)

Through the sealed double glazing
and hum of aircon,
the distant sound of bells
from a City church.
(Hugh Pearman)

Poetry is like
a bike helmet for the soul
against the car wreck of life.
‏(AdamNathanielFurman ‏@Furmadamadam)

The night sky
is eerily still & quiet.
Hoping for an almighty crack of thunder
& lighting display!
(@MayaPlass)

A gloved hand just appeared
over the wall of the cemetery next door
clutching a wire brush.
(@intervalthinks)

Brilliant blue sky
and shocking white fibrous tops.
It's an active atmosphere
in south London.
(BBC's Alex Deakin predicts storms)

Having the Abbey all to myself is a rare treat.
Locking up is one of my favourite duties.
Stood alone in the dark, surrounded by kings.
(@TourGuideGirl)

I'm just a few days away
from being woken
by the high-pitched shriek
of summer swifts!
(Maya Plass)

I thought the leaves
in the wind
were all butterflies.
(AdamNathanielFurman ‏@Furmadamadam)

My small homemade scone
started to emit smoke from the top
like a mini-Etna.
(@intervalthinks)

More here, and links to the rest.