look! a squirrel

must order some more cat food

back to sleep pussy 

 a dog is clucking

the mon~ot~ony of it

clucking dog

 longevity 

the blister-pack mountain

things are looking up

 going over soon

the cat sitting on her tail

knows this

 sports day

the tannoy man practicing 

hyperbole 

 … then we ………….

… then we ~ then

     … not long after …..

 sunshine

the cat and the nut squirrel

late butterflies 

 midnight dog

barking ~ barking ~ barking and

barking barking

 graveyard 

a new angel

is ageing

 on the grave

an empty fag packet 

tutt tutt

 church bells

sends me checking my smart phone

oh god - sorry

 mmmm mmmm

i wonder what it is like

to fly a plane

 the lavender 

has budgerigared

the bees 

 gentle sunny breeze

van doors open and close

the hedge cutting starts

 open door

a butterfly came in

and went out

 sunny boy

blowing your own trumpet

in the bindweed

 the lavender bees

refusing to believe 

its september

 ask nature

its one and only reply

erasure

 cello music

outside an audience 

for the icecream van

 fare thee well too

the touch of an august breeze

evening sunshine

 a gentle breeze

on the pale sun lavender

espresso time

 shaking a fist 

at the through fast summer fly

only breeze there is

 insouciance 

outside of the infant school

parents

 lavender 

testing testing

one two bee

 oh!

you are in my seat

pussy cat

 bit by bit

the threads of our youth

fall away

 pointillistic

every single haiku

painting me

 collapsed seat

placed here in memory of

forgotten

 summer

through the two doors

one breeze

 sparkling sea

walking with me

through the trees 

 sandcastle moat

pouring imagination 

serious 

 slowly 

around a warm thought

the cat settles

 the silence

one red evening

in august 

 a socialist’s life

is terrible hard

said alice 

 lavender 

the cat crawls under

the bees

 buzzing garden

a bee comes in through the door 

oh no

 wait and

the twitter stream will calm

crossing over

 laying on the floor

stretching with the smoothed cat

this morning breeze

a wren

shaking the hazel 

cat!

 high in the fig tree

a japanese anemone 

seems to be smiling

 seed dispersal 

part of the algorithm 

my woolly jumper

 and in a moment

all that made that moment

will be gone

 incoming tide

the whisper is nothing does

nothing

 ‘weeds’

so quickly beautiful

even when dying

 hedge

that fox cub again

gone again

 orbits

never the same shadow

never again

 bottom water 

both of us telling the sea

i do miss you

 salad days

seaweed in the bath

rising tide

 ambiguity 

now there’s a fine word

if you pay attention 

 build it

we all need a shrine

damp moss

 Afghanistan

all the butterflies clinging

to the last flower

 on an august breeze

comes Christmas Eve 

without stockings 

 tapping

the barometer broken day

revives

 trees falling

into the arms of the sea

that still makes rain

 wind turbines

beating the ploughed field 

we don’t have lift off

in remembrance

killing yet more flowers

we regret 

 a sip of spring

through a stalk of grass

coolio 

 high wind

a ballon! a balloon!

startled pigeons

 damp morning 

kneading the dough

my spirits rise

 rain on a cobweb 

the dream catcher of autumn

a spider decides

 it is in the bigness of little things that the infinite resides

 drizzle

above the sodden nasturtiums 

new nasturtiums 

 warm night

looking at the artist

looking and painting 

 weir words 

that never make the cut

river time

 blood red spots

in the dagger heart of summer

snow flowers

 lonely spider

why do you live in the hedge 

above the sea

 there’s one

and there’s another one

oh summer time

 bath time 

rescuing a baby spider 

i feel clean already

 students and alumni 

the ancient doors of Cambridge

opening and closing

 time after rain

the lazarus lavender

bounces back

 at breakfast

the unhurried hurry

of a wren

 atheism

at the end euphemisms

pass away

voices

carrying across the sands

saying nothing 

 falling

a brown leaf

flies away

 wild flowers 

more emotions

than i can name 

 remember 

the tide will eat your words 

sooner than you think

 cool breeze

why is the evening so sad 

autumn née summer

 a lone thought

before someone arrived

no one came 

 tiptoe grass dew

so the cat’s tail has written

on the kitchen floor

 one comment

and the switch is flipped

irretrievably 

 after heavy rain

fallen across the stone Buddha 

a branch of plums

 global heating 

when we overshoot 

the shooting will start

 world aflame

on the back burner

forget simmers

 global heating

after reading the stories 

i recharge myself

 and ~ finally 

the falling blossoms are turning

to flakes of ash

 canoe i can

 the magpies take them

i’ve seen them take the ducklings

we all have to eat

 ping! ~ ping! ~ ping!

no one ~ no one ~ replies

climate has changed

 reading

"sunscreen killing coral reefs"

i abdicate

 window pane

two rivers of rain

become one

 take this pebble

the slow impermanence 

of a buffer

 climate 

change your bets

who’s fault

 dark rain

in the weekend papers

fires

 butterflies 

forgetting climate change

in the heat

deep in the marsh

dragonflies coaxing a breeze 

reeds swaying 

 deep in the marsh 

lichen taking a ride

on an old gate 

 two up one back 

on the sand dunes 

mole hills

 stickleback 

are you lost

in this marsh

steep climb

in the wind

out of wind  

 regrets

black thoughts settling

hot wind

 my bucket list

down down into the well

i wish

 global warming

thank god i’ll be dead

before it kills me

alive to the dead certainty 

that it is an oxymoron 

 cairo 

grandfather and grandson

compare notes 

all night in wales 

the seams beneath our feet

are filling with tears

cambridge 

opening and closing 

ancient doors

rifleman’s row

living in the houses

of the dead

living history

in balaclava street

today

walking sideways

in bosherton’s lily ponds

freshwater crabs 

swansea’s mirage

drinking with the dead poets

in the kardohma 

dreams of empire

all the red in the atlas

fading away

laugharne

around every corner

dylan

blue pool

half the depth 

of my trepidation 

 on a wet morning

a snail is sliding down 

my reflective 

 that moth

it stayed there all day

bedtime for me

 lavender bees

and the movement 

of breeze

 in my mind

taking another holiday

down an old path

 changing the world

then again

changing the world

 on the sea breeze 

the smell of fresh horse shit

greenbottles explode

 flea drops

after the cuffluffle 

the evil eye

 in the sunshine 

how my breakfast orange shines

on this cold table

 slipping the last knots

of parents’ and children’s 

horizons

 grass rock

the permanent impermanence 

of sibylline

 meditation 

the washing machine exhales 

then plays a tune

you can boil your own lentils