north easterly 

swimming in the lee 

of the tor

 springtime 

even the nettles 

yes even the nettles

 upstairs in M&S

‘do not worry it will go’

he cured my warts 

 many blossoms

many thoughts 

one path

 tight parking space

an impatient queue forming

a fox

 falling falling 

with the plum blossom 

a feather 

 a gate 

combing the sunshine

combing the cat

 dad’s war

in a mock-leather box

that telegram 

home tomorrow 

love george 

 writing haiku 

the child and the old man

exchange glances

 falling birth rate 

all the point one children

soon add up

 writing haiku

hitting a nail in my coffin

another one pops up

 after my sea swim

i take post-lunch nap

spring sunshine