roar of perdition

dragging down a setting sun

crying pebbles

the cat is sleeping

the wind is reigning

autumn leaves

gingerly the cat

does in the long damp grass

autumn leaves fly

warming

the tips of the cat’s ears

dawn’s fingers

two chairs

two cups

one teapot

long tailed tit

in the autumn wind

leaves

a cat

fits every sunbeam’s

dream

sea swimmer 

seasons on the swell

always summer 

a light fall of snow

on the spring daffodils

autumn dreaming

autumn’s long road 

falling to the warp and weft

of a leaf shawl

the seagull is

hanging on a thought 

i think

golden windows

the village in waiting

autumn

red bridge

how high is the sky

asks the fish

raining

in the temple

shrines

rain

on the sea

is never wet

moon clouds 

running on a silver sea

autumn deepens

moon running

on a silver sea

the cat’s wet nose

willow pattern 

shard on the seashore

yesterday’s story 

the midnight wail

of ice on a moonless night

candle ghosts 

talking to my cat

slowly the sunshine returns

an autumn morning

autumn leaf

belief suspended

is summer over

garden in tears

smeared on the window

autumn rain

rain

the sea shrugs

seething 

pagoda cat

down the twilight of the moon

whisper mice mice

equal knocks

summer at the window

winter at the door

sunday morning 

everyone’s front garden

infected with cars

laughing out loud

the old lady with earphones

cyber-woman 

climate change

we are all dying to know 

is this the truth

the rock just is 

every time I ask of it

nothing 

the rock just is 

for every time I ask

it says nothing 

too fast

to scratch the surface

of childhood

garden smoke

leaves the golden spiders

a harvest moon

extinction is when

forever is never to

be read but dead 

cosmic cosmetics

colouring the black and white

of dark knight’s amour 

in the lay by

the hearse cortège

changes drivers 

one star

dancing silently

so i thought

temple visitors

the silence of their longing 

is deafening

the incoming tide

pirate caves the mystery 

of children shrieking

white temple

above a sea of blossom 

blue sky

conurbation

deep in the inner city

one sunflower smiles

malted milk

evening moonrise 

frozen in time

beach

salt and vinegar

fish and ships

breeze comes

boat goes

time passes

sisters

the sand and the sea

inseparable 

a cat 

at the door 

is a nuisance 

stripping the bean poles

the cat races to the top

wild eyed for winter

dying to die 

in a world that is dying

the human race

i die

reading your words of grief

i die

i am warming

to your icy words of grief

please forgive me

in the summer time

mum so loved the butterflies 

fluttering with tears

my daddy singing 

a lullaby from the stairs 

he’s fast asleep now

over-population are you not dying to do your bit

two lost souls

each one found the other

never too late

striped cat

long lavender sunshine

disappears

river mist

through the gorge of trees

mountains of the moon

my father

in the mirror

we did see

lantern moon

dandelion wine

sea bream

full moon

across the lake

silverfish 

headlong to the grave

every garden colour of

autumn in freefall

morning drizzle

a river of lavender 

prostrate grey

nature’s death throes 

waiting to be photographed 

for tomb’s blank walls

raining

soft music 

cat

destruction

in the making of the man

take the piano

old woman

peeling cooked beetroot

memories full flow

old woman

peeling cooked beetroot

he remembers

autumn days

overgrown paths and nettles

shortening 

butterfly 

heading out to sea

farewell summer

the wind whistles 

in the tunnel that is night

winter is coming

heavy showers

the cat dashing in and out

that look again

autumn 

how slow you are

do catch up

autumn leaves

falling so slowly

winter snow

autumn

dark days of thunder

lightening

autumn 

turning red

super moon 

autumn 

drawing the curtains

leaves

frogs

cruel children

develop a heart

homeward

everything in reverse

sunset

childhood of waiting

for the green steam and brass

train spotting

silence

the only noise is

thought

OR

silence

the only noise in

thought

when I was ill

and I begged please cure me

the doctors prescribed

self same doctors now are dead

not one asked please cure me

on time’s slow river

one leaf fell on the many

and lost the few 

a seat on the hill

grants a view of the day

phew

days falling as dust 

from a secondhand book

another sad story

sand then sea

how i shake off 

my past

nettles imploring 

go not but linger still

late summer’s day

with autumn settling 

on the lichen cemetery 

i pause for a rest

with autumn settling 

on the lichen cemetery 

i pause for a rest

will it rain morning 

wandering through the trees

all of it promised

harvest sun

up the apples and pears

snoozing

barking dogs

the cat looks straight ahead

tomfoolery 

wren tittering 

the cat cannot locate

what the problem is

windfall sun

harvesting my thoughts

snowfall sun

late september 

striking cuttings from for

summer blossoms 

sedum

all over 

summer

ice cream van

running after school 
children’s smiles

a tweet

the cat pounces

nothing there

on the cat’s fur

the setting sun has left

a memory

the cat sleeps

in autumn’s long garden

wicker chairs

bright whiskers 

the cat is sniffing the sun

autumn

well its gone

this evening sunshine

why do I linger 

evening sunshine

the sun moves me again

garden chairs

in the late sunshine 

a convex garden mirror

becomes the moon

ancient poets

old words pleated down the years

we bow to them

autumn

slugs eating the moon 

trodden way

off again 

to frogspawn pool

spring in my step

skipping along

to frogspawn pool

jam jar in hand

every year

in frogspawn pool

a spring

poppies at tenby 

on autumn’s ebbing of tide

hunter’s moon

caffeine 

writing a poem

I did not stir

falling in love

with the falling leaves

nothing behind

september wind

stirring the sunshine

fall in love