Life as an Extreme Sport

gloaming the cherries

It seems that, much as men’s fancy turns in the spring, my mind gears up and becomes a tad more creative – I write more, and energetically, and creatively. I noticed this recently when my creative output shot up significantly, and when I actually started scribbling fiction and poetry again. What I’d not noticed, until trolling my own blog archives this evening (in an effort to defeat the insomnia fairy and her cousin pain), is that this is a pattern for me. Which means that, some time in the next week or two, I should become completely entranced by the falling cherry blossoms, and write yet another haiku about them.

But until then, I leave you with my favourite:

soft petals fall, pink
cherry blossoms fade, they’ve gone…
into the gloaming