ashes

all my harsh words

so heavy

 cold day

letting the cat out 

behind you

My haiku published in main Japanese newspaper

 

 teaching alexa 

stoppeth thou now

exactly!

 orb-weaver

autumn across my face

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 bedraggled thoughts

early autumn downpour

my poor garden

 launching a leaf boat

down the river for my son 

oh daddy! daddy!

 night dog

my neighbour said sorry

but it still barks 

R A I N

lavender post-equinox 

so very sad 

 autumn

at the beach hut

a summer moth

 sometime soon

the panic will be warranted 

then what

 on a cold night

remember the milky way 

is all suns

 imagine

having never seen it

Mount Fuji 

 the last tomato 

feeding the last snail

now what do we do

 imagine being

conceived on a mountain top

the gravity of it

 two days

and the blood has stopped running

my life away

 the last haiku

all we have is

distilled in the spirit

of one last haiku

evaporating 

all the tears of our lives

for no tomorrow

for never ever

was there a yesterday

with no tomorrow 

and here we are

burning all the warning notes

no sports day today

a temperature 

coming down with a virus

please excuse us

if we don’t play

the game is nearly over

and the substitute 

refuses to play

for this game is not fun

any more than you

are for telling how it

upsets everybody now

please go away now

and let me sleep 

under this indian summer 

of sunshine 

too late in the year

this winter of looking back

is cold comfort

new year’s eve 

has left the party early

it is over now

all we have left

is distilled in the spirit

of one last haiku

a valediction 

floating down the Acheron

on the pyre of the world

at the choke point 

of this extinction event 

it is the thermophiles

that will once more rule the world

that will once more rule the world

 evaporating 

all the tears of our lives

for no tomorrow

 my broken spoke

today don’t trust yesterday

or tomorrow

 a gift on this

Indian summer morning 

one last cranesbill 

 cut shin

blood in blue pool

sand plaster 

 over the windows

the moon and a star rising

expectations

 all morning

the shadow of a birdcage

moves across the wall

 starry night

running out of fingers

thankfully one moon

 when all my sadness

has been laid in a poem

what is left over

 heaven scent

stopping me in my tracks 

a late summer rose

 smoothing the cat

my fingers learn to speak

at a seance 

 Sir Clive Sinclair 

rebooted at eighty one

go sub-hexadecimal

 when there is a rock

i want to swim around it

clockwise

 the moon

behind a cloud

behind a tree 

 today

at the beach

a dragonfly 

 warm september 

a wasp rasping a sign post

this way to the beach

 my late mother

I have her contracture

walking hand in hand

 old lady said

not many ladybirds this year

no i said 

 childhood

when the streets were as long 

as time itself 

 busying

in the trees twitching

sparrows

 at 70

a child is driving

the old bus

 by

our religious icons

we are boxed

 neap tides

between the decisions

little thoughts

 before the chime

there was the same silence

after the chime

 in this one breath

all the light there ever was

dancing

 holly tree

growing over the path 

i am so sorry

 wind’s lament

through the gatepost

the view fades

 writing sadness

the word drops all the tears

of ye(ss)terday

 darker and darker

through this stormy dawn

a gull cries

 the monastery

it has many rooms

this is mine  

 even if she knew

the cat would never tell you

i’m telling you

 Milky Way 

all the pebbles on the shore 

orbiting planets

 forest grub

will it ever be over

this struggle

 the truth

writing a renku

we get closer

flowers flowing free

around a touring tearoom 

her welcome smile

 unexpectedly 

making me so happy 

a sunbeam

 rain

making bread somewhere

a dog is barking

 wet morning

the bin lorry is reversing 

in welsh 

 full tide 

eating warm plums

after a swim

 molten tar

above the sulphur fumes

children coughing

the only cures

are the old sulphur fumes

of hades chimneys

 twitter friends

talking to a professor

about a colonel

 headline ~ a fire

at the recycling plant 

has been extinguished

 pale morning

the fruit are still dropping

a foghorn 

 between two seats

outside the arrivals lounge

a dead tree

 a prayer 

defiled by a coin

unanswered

 trapped fly

distant church bells

mmm hedge trimmer

 the sun is steady

their voices are sparkling

sunlight like sugar

upon this sea of a days 

a never ending story

 pigeon fog 

who who knows who knows

when it will lift

 geraniums

their heads high scarfed 

in the mist 

 don’t forget all the 

‘will be long remembered’ 

are soon forgotten 

 bang bang bang

the schoolchildren arrive

in mum’s car

 morning cat

washing a sunbeam

to sleep 

 red admiral 

flitting from the plum tree

onto the laundry 

 routine

i always say

routine

 out of a blue sky

a single feather falling

onto grass

 solar keratosis 

knowing the moonscape like the 

back of my hand

 stealth bombers

a cluster of  magpies

strut their stuff

i keep on digging 

but the mountain refuses

to move over here 

 cemetery 

the leaf blower 

wakes the dead 

 all the fallen leaves 

gathered up and composting

maybe next year 

 interrogation

the tunnel replies repeatedly

echo ergo

 lavender bush

pulling out all the stops

symphony in bee

 flowing between

the ripples and the rocks

sunny water

 the long red fingered stalks of cherries

 the owl autumn 

approaching on silent wings

suddenly upon us

 little white coffin 

pulling on my mummy’s hand

no! no! let’s go

 my garden

fast growing poems

in profusion 

 anemones 

above the lavender 

seas of bees

 cat’s eyes

first one then another

squirrel !

 seven moons 

japanese anemones

bowing to the wind