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Liminal, by Britta Benson

I like liminal places and emotions. Teetering. In between, neither here nor there. A great place to explore. Liminal Rain advances through the mists. November’s gentle hold chooses destinations, depths. Echoes of long lost luminosity. There was a summer. Once. The world seems flatter now. Rain advances through the mists. November’s gentle hold. I stepContinue reading “Liminal, by Britta Benson”


Indigo, by Britta Benson

I follow Mark S’s blog ‘Naturalist Weekly’ and enjoy his posts about the micro seasons. They are always accompanied by a thoughtfully curated selection of haiku. It’s the micro season of ‘The rainbow hides unseen’, the time of year when rainbows are less likely to be seen. You can read Mark’s full blog post here:Continue reading “Indigo, by Britta Benson”

Thanksgiving, by Britta Benson

Thanksgiving isn’t one of my holidays. Still, I like the idea of giving thanks and I also appreciate this time of year. Late November, I’m readying myself for winter. I’m taking stock. I’m smiling. Thanksgiving Winter connects worlds. Words of gratitude summon souls, love, leaves and life.

Away with the birds, by Britta Benson

Away with the birds Away with the birds, right here, sat at my kitchen table. Through the open window a world enters my soul. I have wings, welcome chirpy guests, happy to share their stories for a meal, a habitat, a room for a night, a season. My tiny garden, nondescript shrubs, a couple ofContinue reading “Away with the birds, by Britta Benson”

Presence, by Britta Benson

A little bird poem… I spend quite a bit of time watching the birds in my garden. Listening… Sometimes, I’m fairly sure I understand… Presence Robin on my garden fence. Eyes me up, the fellow. ‘This is my post’, his glare clearly states, to whom it may concern. I know he means me. Am underContinue reading “Presence, by Britta Benson”

Preparation, by Britta Benson

I follow the Naturalist Weekly and love learning about the micro seasons ( We are currently in the micro season of daffodil flowers. At first, that sounded quite bizarre to me. It’s past mid November. Certainly no daffodils here in Scotland. Then, of course, I realized, that that wasn’t strictly true. Here’s my haibun aboutContinue reading “Preparation, by Britta Benson”

Forgetful autumn, by Britta Benson

My poem ‘Forgetful autumn’ has just been published by Whispers & Echoes. Here’s the link: Not many leaves left on the trees, here… Forgetful autumn Forgetful autumn, truths still clinging to branches. Questions fall unanswered, rest, forgetful autumn.

Camellia Sasanqua, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to the micro-season of the first camellia blossoms on ‘Naturalist Weekly’. I love the idea of weekly micro-seasons. You can read Mark’s full blog post by clicking on this link: I struggled with this particular micro season. I see camellias as early bloomers. Turns out, though, that there is one variety,Continue reading “Camellia Sasanqua, by Britta Benson”

That one leaf, by Britta Benson

My poem, That one leaf, has been published on Whispers & Echoes today. Please click this link to view: That one leaf That one leaf… Last no longer welcome guest, hanging on with the grimace of the misunderstood. That one leaf… Fading memento, half digested by opportunistic visitors. Souls cannot be contained forever. ThereContinue reading “That one leaf, by Britta Benson”