as eyes seize it
my cat
often a comfort
often asleep
drizzle
the grass cat comes in
wet wipes
imagine
not being able to imagine
that i can’t
anthropocentric
i was in the middle of saying
what beauty is this
the causeway
something of life’s journey
my wet feet
the seaside
incessant breath of life
whatever your tide
one might think
that the sea loved the rocks
so many kisses
not remembering
someone who did not die
a right cad
a sea bird clutches
the rolled eggs of a thought
another tundra
at the world’s end
a security light will flash on
and off
anywhere
a cat on a warm lap
is happy
summer morning
dunnock scratching an itch
in the cosmos
my affectionate cat
turns her back on me again
true love runs away
heart breaking a heart breaking
but of course we are
don’t count the remaining days
or they will fly by
too many moons
have crossed the sky
sayonara
yesterday
i walked with the mad monk
through tomorrow
suburbia
cherry blossoms falling
on the blue car
iconic
the wish to be an icon
often blocked
next door
to the poet’s house
is another house
eyes widen
the espresso smiles
wink and drink
sacrifice
picking flowers
in the nettles
a secret garden
where the wind spills
the blossomy things
snow walking
carrying the spring
in my step
stone roads
beneath the tree mists
wooden houses
retired
unsubscribing from life
to live again
first the camellia
then the cherry blossoms fell
now the clematis
summer cuckoo
promises and promises
somewhere
many regrets
falling like cherry blossoms
year after year
new home
on the far side of regrets
misty lake
sunny morning
off to the doctors
to change my pills
the night poets
are writing their stuff when
the day poets sleep
in just one
ten thousandths of a second
i write a haiku
after
ten thousand haiku
coffee
hail
no it’s a cherry blossom
storm
all alone
making friends with
a creaking door
she walked me
through all the wild flowers
saying their names
thunder puss
it’s OK it’s OK we say
this darkening
in the rain
the red blocked yard
considering
heavy rain
the wood pigeon shelters
under its wing
why
are they all dying
the alert in welsh
i was laughing so much
i forgot to run
the way of the sea
to distain any sentiment
of death as depth
artic cold blast
the burr under spring’s saddle
oh dear me forecast
i’m going to do some yoga while it’s having another rinse
sea filling the bay
in the oneness of a sigh
we are together
we illuminate
what doesn’t illuminate
trying to see it
reading the poet
he decided to follow
so many steps
long is the trail
through night’s perturbations
stars winking at me
dive into the sea
to write about the sea
a pinch of salt
a snail
dragging its shadow
up the wall
the shapely dunes
wearing a green overcoat
but no knickers
all the sticks
are now covered with blossom
rain forecast
lonely boat houses
how the sea weeps over you
as the moonlight fades
cool spring
pot bound again
my hesitancy
tea ceremony
the sun climbs the pagoda
as blossoms fall
all the world is
in a haiku in a world
of poets
rivers of haiku
over the waterfall
many rainbows
Mauna Loa
the Hawaii garlands
are withering
they keep asking me
why the enigmatic smile
i just smile back
when morning’s cup
is glowing to the brim
take a sip
from the other side
the black veil of death
is mercurial
tender are the names
of all the waiting boats
of the storm‘s tossed
flowing flowing eye
along the pooled interface
coloured light and sound
the poet
doesn’t own it
you do
these things
that i am showing to you
were shown to me
man dies
after van hits barrier
long delays
the fly
that was sitting on the wall
just landed on me
ruffling the raffle
the man with the tremor
draws a crowd
controversial
after one nasty tweet
my router drops me
on the whole wall
just one teeny weeny fly
and its shadow
not writing haiku
i can hold my breath but
only for so long
after wandering in the woods
told stories
third mug of tea
the sun arrives on the pagoda
blossoms
tomatoes planted
summer’s clock is fully wound
the red alarm set
jennifer said
you take my scooter
i’ll use your bike
the hands
that squeezed the toothpaste
smoothed the sheets
pussy cat
pawing through the hedge
have you lost something
rising
above a hard floor
white clouds
second childhood
come on follow me
i know the way
lapping of the sea
all the contraptions of man
that sinking feeling
royal ties
time now to recoil
and let the sword of injustice
lance this boil
and then
so to speak
bleak
became beautiful
and then once again
evolution
utilises emotion
without emotion
by the time
i count the fallen blossoms
plums will be falling
the windmill turns
in japan the blossoms fall
here the buds open
after tea
having a pee
in the marsh
yellow butterfly
even on the cliff path
primroses
a pheasant!
seeing one pheasant
i see another!
there’s a white cat
where the daffodils flowered
sunny afternoon
winter soup
putting in more vegetables
than the pot will hold
just noticing things
written as haiku
winter day
time to make my soup
sleeping cat
squeaky door
what good company you are
said the wind
dawn’s early light
all of by blurry thoughts
taking shape
do your tears fall
through my eyes
coffee time
leaving the window armchair
the sun takes my place
i’ve been sick
and the cat has been sick
long in the grass days
when two rivers meet
the waterfall grows bigger
dereliction
nature is the new god
in the old shrine
rainbow watching
the man with a wry neck
colourful language
unseasonal storm
threshing the plum blossom
a fallow summer
on a wet day
the walk to the sea
seems longer
the kiss of the rain is an acquired taste
reading an old haiku
a new haiku
a swimmer
meeting a stormy sea
swims
the tap houses
across the wooden bridge
by the canal
there are new seats in the cemetery
long-haired cat
carrying the wind’s chastise
laughing all the way
high wind
switching on and off
spring sunshine
butterfly thoughts
such is the life of dreams
through the double doors
plum flowers
a storm is forecast
harvesting chance
bee (bumble) bee
tree (white blossom) tree
sky (black) sky
a black ladybird
on the wing of a black car
with red spots
across the bay
above the meandering river
three cliffs
global heating
arguing who is to blame
as time passes
sparrows nesting
in the wall of a poem
walking on eggshells
the glowing smuts
from my burning inside eye
spotted in moonlight
all through life
the unstruck bell of death
reverberates
the bells
of the blossoms
fall silently
a man
in the castle
on his phone
hormones
everything is hormones
high or low
after my sea swim
i sit in the sunny room
blinking clouds
maxillary sinus
bringing the sea home
wet welsh slate
a camellia
and a flowering currant
the shades of dawn
the empty temple
is overflowing with faith
soon they will come
thankfully our cat is too fat to catch herself awake
star gazing
is the universe massive
or are we small
after leaving
i send you a message
by butterfly
old age
put it in the diary
and forget about it
daffodils
beside the dual carriageway
going over mph
bending time
transplanting his pains
the old gardener
plum blossom time
the painting goes visiting
the tree outside
without hope
the eyes turn inward
darkness waits
nibbling at the town
tenders on a lapping tide
at the dawn’s languish
the big little things
the moment of the first light
with the day ahead
between the gravestones
spring grasses
fallen tree
bridging the stream
of time
glass
you can see through it
until silvered
then it can see through you
reflecting on the past
the trees are down
now we can see the castle
i preferred the trees
t t t
two woodpeckers
zoomed past