offering

a small pebble

to my god

a grain of sand

to the universe  

 clearing

a carpet of bracken

just for me!

 personification 

deeming to understand

the cat’s personality

 snide and seek

keep looking

and you will find god

hiding from you

coming ready or not

 invisible ink

enveloping your letter

love’s scent

 moon clouds over

the house of the barking dog 

midnight midnight

 streaming golden

down into the underground 

my train of thoughts

 after sending

his words around the world

they return with ours

 i didn’t win 

because i refused to pay 

to coin a phrase

 cobwebbed high

in the left hand corner

a snail asleep 

 the whole garden 

is stopped in that rain drop

quivering 

 cooking dinner

reflected on the saucepan 

the broadest smile

 white picket fence

the lace curtains twitch

a dog barks

 serendipity 

the insomnia arrived 

after i dropped off

 the summer wind

is thrashing the plum tree

green evening 

 i want words 

that get under my skin like scabies

scratch that !

 21st century

presidents give military salutes

a king and a queen

 my cat

watching the sparrows

no  NO!

 serendipity 

placed elevensies 

at eleven

 serendipity 

wearing my red top

to visit the blossom

 remaking the bed

we tuck each moment in

just one wrinkle 

 the squirrel 

who buried the nuts

did not return

 serendipity 

filled the pond just in time

Basho’s frog

wincing 

as the sparrow hawk

thwacks the dove 

 i had it once

but now it’s gone

i still remember it

 life’s ups and downs

in the sparkling water

your lemon pip 

 between 

the mirror and the trees

my palm imprints me

 once found

the cadence of the ocean

makes life’s swell

 the birds

are eating the worms

in the rain

 the two wood pigeons

on the lamppost are watching

the cat coming in

 shed light

rainbows on cobwebs

i am captivated

 ahhh yes norway 

where the mountains are

under the fiord’s skin

 my life’s touchstone 

the one with a kiss inside

she has misplaced it

perhaps someone has found it

and they have buried it deep

that small smooth stone

full of a sun kissed childhood

take it ere the need  

 writing is easy

it’s the lodestone 

that is hard to find

 windy breeze

everywhere the sunlight

bouncing the trees

 serendipity 

has fattened my cat

the birds also

 the lizard sun

has a fixed eye 

stand very still

 the mind’s eye has a big ear

 serendipity 

placed the striped light

beyond the gate 

 the fingerprints of the sea are legion 

 not one flower 

has said a word

or needs to 

 serendipity 

placed the seat

half way up the hill

serendipity

placed the defibrillator 

outside the church

serendipity

placed the kitchen roll

next to the orchid

 time reversal 

yesterday’s leaves are moulding

tomorrow 

 serendipity 

put the corner

for the wind to come around

 what a pity

the fairground is closing

my last ticket to ride

 boat house

the oars catch 

the shadow fish

 maybe

after coffee

maybe

 deep dive

into the white mountains 

deep blue fiord

 serendipity 

placed the red bin

next to its reflection 

 miscalculation 

the take away point being

it all adds up

 chabana

the flower that caught my eye

displays me

 butterfly

who is chasing who

come back

 i called my cat ‘my’

fast asleep her open eye 

derides me

 sleeping cat

guarding the open door

in the sunshine

 serendipity 

the tide turned back

at the child’s moat

 empty airport loo

the lights on the pleasure gel

are flashing blue

 modernism

the pot for utensils

labelled ‘utensils’

 the moon goes there

stringing along the clouds

into a bed of stars

 the sun has gone down 

into the sea again

beach fires

 brass polish

suddenly torrential rain

presses down the sea 

 on the beach

i admired her painting

but she was busy

 noise noise noise

it never expletive stops

EXPLETIVE 

 unable 

to see the could 

for the please 

 tea in the garden

a small number of greenfly 

cease to exist

 serendipity 

placed the frog

by the water

 aspidistra

the elephant in the room

that one empty chair

 in the verdant hedge

one dead tree dried and brown

suburban nightmare

 haiku garden

so many plants growing

into seeds

 a bee

under the plum tree

welsh poppy

 a plane just

few through the contrail

of another plane 

 dead bees

will never create a buzz

climate change 

 high tide

my one sided conversation 

with the sea

 the sea

way beyond the breadth

of my understanding 

 

my letter said

if you were not so far away

we wouldn’t be so close

 it all seems like a waste of time now

but it would be a pity to miss the end

 sometimes 

you meet yourself 

daydreaming 

 may day 

the dandelion paratrooper 

hangs in a cobweb

 serendipity 

placed the sprinkler 

by the pussy cat

 grasp the nettle

the sting in the tale being

is faith enough

 two flies

on a tour of the garden

fennel sunshine