Stonehenge

Sunset in the west
Night upon your ancient face
Another day gone.

I spent a great proportion of the day tidying the space I use in the spare room. I got a 'Make your own Stonehenge' when I was there a couple of years ago, and thought I'd make it.

I wrote the Haiku when I was sitting in the car with Lyssa (who was in a bad mood). Jane and Anya were off taking pictures, so I watched the darkness enveloping the stones and began to think of how many times Stonehenge had seen the sun set...