as eyes seize it
making chutney
mmmmmmmm
the smell
my back to school pen
adopting another slant
writes ‘maybe’ again
hot morning
someone is cutting down a tree
a dog is barking
beauty
is a cool breeze
on a hot morning
hot day
the postman calls early
morning ~ morning
there’s a cobweb
on the chair
where i have my feet up
on a cushion
there is nothing
shall i replace it
open doors
a coolio summer
saunters through
photon by photon
night disentangles itself
from daylight
that disentangles itself
from darkness
late august
leaves in the potholes
of summer
spider descending
down the longest of threads
what faith you have
new exercises
under the fig tree
with the flies
the waves danced
to the music of time
the tides sang
the footfall stone
shining from the olden days
when you walked with me
the stickleback pond
refilling our jam jars
with delight
If you don’t throw it
how will they catch your drift
unedited poem
traditional red
the morose hydrangeas
of august
a lone surfer
riding the rollers
off crab island
after a noon nap
the welcoming breeze
of a fresh coffee
intoxicated
floating upon the breeze
of summer’s homily
stare at a poem
then slowly close your eyes
and it will purr
biographies
the people i could have been
i could have!
my heavy heart
cast aside like a rock
ocean of tears
morning sunlight
from unexpected angles
summer is passing
my sorry apology
to a blackbird sunbathing
sorry sorry
a sun sloe morning
when to wait is expected
of everything
school’s out
fish are jumping
the long again
overgrown path
taking a nettle sting
for a long walk
today
me and this butterfly
sunbathing
windy
losing count
of the rose buds
dear old pussy cat
shall we have a sit by here
shall we ~ mmm?
doomscrolling
do you know that starfish’s
arms are falling off
on this sea’s step
guilting her drugged-dead son
a lady depressed
i said what must be said
but it flew out on the tide
a fly
is sawing the morning
to sleep
in the rain
i become the rain
everywhere