hot river meadow

yellow irises melting

gnats knitting 

beans and the bean pole

up they go they go up up

soon the harvest moon

the creaking d door

bated in a held breath

the weather vane spins

the sun sets at dawn

in the garden mirror

a red geranium

spray off the waves

in the wind the sea breathes

violins stinging

today’s newspaper

tomorrow’s fire lighter

burning injustice

the sparrows dare

for the chicks are in the nest

the cat’s eyes

silent thought

the gateway to infinity 

the cat sleeps

the koi are netted

in the autumn of their lives

spring bubbles

spider in the bath

take my hand now and be free

drizzling lamplight

a midday snooze

morning and afternoon

amicably settled

Basho’s haiku

there is no like button

like OMG

all things are possible 

in the lap of a goddess

tomorrow sleeps

rain in is jazz

trees syncopate trees

jazz is in rain

rain is in jazz

trees syncopate trees

jazz in is rain

long day

the cat rubs

then we sleep 

old age

a watch covers the bruise

skin deep 

rain

a trees reflection 

happy tears

wipers wipers

rain rain rain

on the bus

on the 3A bus

a lady knitting her headphones 

rain rain rain

old photographs

of poets

so we think

brambled condom

the thorny angst of youth

a prick of regret

the washing machine

wearing out a little every day

hard water of life

another birthday 

another packet of pills

so many ills to climb

the long moon

struggling in the deep black pool

shallow tears

when the kids have gone

the long grass is still a bed

the stones are smiling

floods of buttercups

the midday sun reigns 

upon the meadows 

the sun curled cat

owns the best window chair

time passes

memory lane

a two-way one-way street

sweetness

the coffee cup

sunshine on mahogany 

so the day begins

bleeding pollution

our silence at the graveside

biting tongues

the periwinkle 

slowly at low water

meandering home

the old log

eaten by buttercups 

tomorrow 

heavy rain

the sycamore flowers

form a carpet

reticent stare

you are there and I am here 

black cat

sea shanty

wild winds and waves

that sinking feeling

pressing down a mist

flowers rejoice in heaven 

tomorrow sunshine

the poet’s poem 

   is an echo of

the poem’s poet

mother nature 

washing the daisy’s face

look up at me

the bar is closing

sing the shutters coming down

walk home alone 

rabbits for roots

badgers for worms

lunar landscape

listen fog horn

sunny here foggy there

the sea swimmer 

in the darkness

strong words describe the dark switch 

eureka!

winter sea swimmer

the square root of minus one

down below zero

hail storm

the teeth of a biting wind

pearls

the child plants a seed

all our todays 

superseded 

the fledgling thought

will come to naught

until it leaves the nest

calling for breakfast

the sparrow fledglings

the magpie

shooting star explodes

dark then light

a hole in my pocket

the old man

writing haiku

becomes a child

the seventy year old

starts writing haiku 

the seven year old

the sea

the beginning and end

of every river

warm evening 

grass fire

closed windows 

shooting star explodes

dark then light

no wishes tonight

butterflies over

the heavy roller

leather on willow

promenade busker

singing lonely at the sea

penny for your thoughts

smoothing the cat

thoughts flow along her purrs

when we were kittens

riding the waves

atomised on the rocks

a poet writes

smoothing the cat

her fur falls onto the sketch

modern art

the sea hut

overlooking the bay

every shingle day

there see it plummet 

across a sunny sea cove

the hawk has its lunch

white sheets billowing

the green bug gets tucked in

outside in

then that old song

a red hot nail in my heart

quenched in tears

from father to son

the old hoe sharp and shining 

until soil us do part

cried genocide

all the daisies’ skyward eyes

nice lawn not guilty

tea spoons

waiting by their cups

morning of mornings

the peacock struts

derelict manor house 

end of the rainbow

going swimmingly

then the rip current 

that sinking feeling

swimming in the rain 

getting wetter than wet

is it cold

snow upon snow

one day it will never stop

the spring is frozen

the closer to death 

the further away it seems 

forever amber

lawn full of daises

open close day night day open close

the cat pees

the cat sniffs the sun

stretches out under the sky

primary colours

hanging waterfall

takes your eyes away from you

white knuckles

summer toes winter

all rivers run to the sea

poles apart

the war graves 

wet tears on dry tears

white across green fields

one hillside cabin

the sea below is annoyed

the poet has a fire

suckling the roadside 

dead fox in mahogany 

a smashed milk jug

stiff greenhouse door

two wrecked snails derailed

the tomatoes smile

the war graves 

wet tears on dry tears

white across green fields

the dead poet haunts

no one now ever met him

ugly lovely

asteroid impact

very little space

huddle closer

it just has to speak

demeaning needless meaning

the tongue tied poet

summer time dream

under a cloud of gnats

bait and fish wait

July 20th - 50 years since the first moon landing

the moon’s cold stare

who are you looking at

Apollo 11

is there a step back

yes and no said Apollo

but we had left

deep asleep 

a dream of death’s

last breath

the sea breathes

in spume sparkles out in spume

the horizon flatlines 

NASA photograph

nebulae of other worlds

children can

fish taking flies

on an evening dusky calm

water parallel world

winter beach surf

mountainous on an ebb tide

how the snow line lies

the workers knuckles

blood cracked in cold dirt

tomorrow’s monument 

the times of the tides

and the clouds on the horizon

the cat decides

spring’s child

summer’s poem

autumn’s dotage

sun in the garden

hiding behind the clay pots

night of the full moon

frozen breath 

at the star gate

stepping off

old war film

snow on the celluloid

snow on the graves

sometimes the music

touches somewhere 

time’s past caring

every shampoo bottle

a new formulation

reincarnation 

the cat naps

curled around a sunbeam

mice ears twitch

wispy clouds

the sea waves back

so be it

rock still and hanging

meaning within my grasp

the lichen’s warm smile

climate ‘who done it?’ riddle

dying before the final exposé

it brought the house down

fire, fire, fire!

in the greenhouse

we play hide and seek

old hand’s hands 

a Dupuytren's contracture 

grasping at straws

a dead bird sitting 

on a nest in the graveyard 

rusty railings

footprints in the sand

understanding fathomless 

this way went that way 

seagulls bob

pebbles seethe

horizons don’t

where are the butterflies

meadow’s dark gossip of war

the butterfly effect

the surging blood

breathless somewhere over there

chopping rhubarb 

honeycomb labyrinth 

running through the dark pebbles 

the tears of neptune

a sparrow taken

a ruined spit of feathers

the cat licks her paws

apple in an old puddle

would you adam and eve it

once out of eden