dead spider

in the loo

boo hoo 

 spindrift

the days are growing shorter

spend it carefully

late september 

the tomato plants are out

batten the hatches 

 thoughts

the chameleon of days

so many mornings

 and then suddenly

the dark mornings return

like a bright idea

 a small poem

floating on an ocean

dawn raft

 let them scream

the ballot will box them

around the years 

 ever changing moods

shadows on a winter wall

move me

 zen workshop

a poem answers

a poem

 straw bales

a lonely tractor giving birth

to autumn

 rain

funny isn’t it

how the it gets sucked up there

just to fall down your neck

hysterical

 never

leave a day

without

leaving a poem

ever

 the fox

with the white tail

is turning grey

 swimming

in a snow sward of foam

the sun comes out

 wet day

the lone trainspotter’s

plastic mac

 and then

its wings come off

and the child cries

 gone 

the lifeguards have gone 

storms gather

 you were lucky

that you missed that shower

only just

 global warming

all these bloody graphs

hot under the collar

 again and again

the squirrel collecting nuts

what is it you know

 patting my cat

i become my cat

 a robot

personified 

by my fear

 sad news

a euphemism has passed

away with you

in the fridge

the cheese that is not there

hasn’t gone off 

 life 

an aberration 

on the incongruity of nothing

 suddenly

after a profound thought

i take a nap

 north wind

the brown leaves racing

to the sea

 many people 

worn path

 third mug of tea

the envelope of today

is steamed open

 a chuckle

of early morning crows

in a wet tree

 a dead spider

in the bottom of the pan

such sadness 

 yoga garden

in the corkscrew hazel 

a squirrel goes nuts

 disheveled 

walking the tide line

of life’s sea

 headstone for our times

‘so it wasn’t an outlier’

 a wisp of smoke 

from a snuffed candle

rises like a phantom

 high summer

the fly that came in

went out again

 above the sea

the wind is blowing

through the grass

 in full flood

all the cars with full tanks

flowing past

 barking dog

the cat and i agree

stupidity

warm morning

every door and window open

summer’s end 

windfall dew

yoga in the garden 

indian summer

 late summer

cat fast asleep

dying butterfly

 hot day

life’s indian summer

new glucose sensor

 september sunrise

and the silhouette rises

from a golden sea

 nothing is where everything is

 the whore copper

many a furnace chimney

has burnt their souls 

 morning sunshine 

against the green fence

a white anemone 

 dew on the grass

cobwebs on the kissing gate

holiday romance

 a dead man makes page five