crows

chuckling in the pears

of september 

 laughter

across a sparking sea

at summer’s end

 loving -

shepherd of thy sheep

for slaughter 

 show me today

and i will give you tomorrow 

if you so wish

 for tomorrow

tiny fish escape the net

of today

 maybe

(although this one is sold)

is not the last word

 sunshine 

upon the mmmmm of a breeze

i think of yesterday

 growing older 

hearing less about

hating noise

 flied in august 

under the apple falling

of a cat’s lick 

now

is as good a time as any

to die 

 reflecting

on a corvid cafe

a photograph 

 waves trurumble - 

slaking the dictionary’s

aridity

 the rooks are laughing 

such a long walk to the sea

in a rising wind

 all night

wind fall after wind fall

the nights lengthen 

 wind in its fur 

a fox across the heather 

stops and turns

 wind

blowing in the wind

wind

 this his plaque

where lines of earth unfastened

sky sea began

 british storm

nine people and two dogs

oh - i say

 simply

nature writes - the haikuist 

removes ego

 time and again

this thought keeps turning

the waterwheel

 between the storms

telling everyone about

not being afraid 

 escapologist 

giving me the slip

a lemon pip

 lonely feather

hatched thoughts migrating 

far away

 how absorbing

under this beach of haiku

warm water

 everything 

in this world dies -

why not he world?

 lavender stilled

how strange there are no bees

approaching storm

 eventually 

when the shower fan stops

silence

 cold enough for snow

between here and the corner

a childhood

black pads‬

‪killing their dawns with our shoes‬

‪but they come again‬ 

 riding the wind 

of summer into autumn 

gulls sea gulls

 

 storm

taking the waves

for a painting

 wind-chimes and wind-falls

summer’s diminuendo 

shortening days 

 summer storm 

the photographs pour in

was there

 breakfast chimes

nasturtiums lay the table

for the bees

 the grassing over

what should be celebrated

is not

 cold nights 

when the stopped 

is iced up

 sunsets

on reflecting lakes 

summer ends

 gunmetal

across the snowfields

a long owl

 world wide world

but here - in the cat’s dish

a dead fly

 germinal

‪sterile creativity

mutating‬

‪bent tree‬

‪carrying the wind‬

‪long gone ‬

 ‪turned-down page corners‬

‪catching your ‘look here my love’‬

‪read me in this ‬

 a tree in winter

holding up a sky full

of the snow sward 

 dreaming blanket 

of the seas and the lands

enwrapped 

 empty rain chairs

in silent conversation

with snails

 summer rain

all the geraniums

look dreadful 

 what colour autumn

when it changes day by day

winter is white

 wringing

rain from rain

bell  bell  bell

 ‪cobwebs‬

‪ringing with dew‬

‪dawn‬

 snow crystals

when all have died

waters break

 from every roof

the rain keeps running

to the sea

 renga

chasing the paper trail

through mind’s meadows

 social media

when the cake rises 

we two eat it

 the towns

it is there in the stone

is it not

 saying nothing

let the silence speak

of nothing

 a house 

falling into the sea

becomes sand

the egg timer turns over

a crying child is suckled

above the sea

upon the earth’s broad shoulders 

wrecking time

 ‪dying‬

‪sitting quietly resigned‬

‪terra inferma ‬

the apple falls

golden in the green

rain

 this morning

the dark is claiming darker

storm - storm

this fetid air

must soon explode

 cat’s tail

idiosyncratic

idiosyncraticity

 cat’s tail

idiosyncratic

idiosyncraticity

 thundery

the book of poetry curls

all on edge

 self checkout

they’ve barcoded the coffins

scandalous 

 i had a fig

actually i had two figs

she said

 so it did did it

say something more than see

eye to eye

Loss

Loss

love’s long lost

a bruise upon a bruise

sayonara

open cage

freedom comes at a price

no more sad songs

how could it be -

the key to your heart -

carelessly mislaid 

every summer 

that i have ever loved

is gone

it was her pinafore 

that wiped away my tears

and smelled of cookies

how many cold tears

upon how many full moons

past caring

times past -

when the old finger is raised

be sure you listen

it was

at the time when it was

but now it isn’t

dandelion clock

when the wind has had its say 

gone

cat and bird

a song of life cut short

and my innocence 

personal space

m - meeting you half way - m

to a blown kiss

a pandemic of love

has broken out all over

 history will tell

what they deigned not to

i’m telling you

 butterflies 

on the lavender cafe

nodding acquaintances

 oh - summer fly

never giving up trying

to get in

 grandpa!

amongst all the playground noise

yes?

 mist 

move along now

nothing to see

 migrant words

changing the attitudes 

of all that sea

 the sun

sitting in the cemetery 

birds singing

 laundry 

the womb of splosh splosh 

gurgle gurgle

 chilling

the voices in the freezer

pumping heat

storm

‪pentecostal black‬

‪harrumphing in from the west‬

‪this appledown storm‬

‪blackened and many bruised‬

‪in darraguetype it falls‬

 a thought of silence

in a silent thought

tonight

not a breath of wind

not a single reply

not a sound

but the falling of apples

the crow’s breakfast 

 society 

the commercial tamponade

of avarice

 drifting down

the spin cycle diminuendo 

of laundry day

 escapades

summertime and all that

wings on heels

 whitewash

covered with cobwebs

in the outhouse

the tram sparks 

down the tubes of night

singing the blues 

old chinese poets

so many grains of rice

my bowl overflows

‪lilies speak of rain‬

‪to the sky upon the pond‬

‪winking‬

do it and die

rescue the economy

to buy the coffins

deconsecrating 

the concrete of the altar

ego

‪crematorium‬

‪your ashes make me sneeze‬

‪and then tears run‬

‪the ash is you ash is you‬

‪bless you a lone voice says‬

nostalgia

winnowing the harvest ‬

‪for grains of truth‬

building up words

until a switch is flicked

and the page turns

all the skeletons

just lying there looking up

at my six feet

wind mouse

between the flower pots

leaves

 life - the tomorrow morning that never arrives

‪tomorrow ‬

‪always simmering ‬

‪never cooked‬

no wind

the church bell

and a breath 

a drip

drops and with another moves 

towards the ocean

baby in arms

look look over there see

mums chat away

rising wind

crows cawing at the wet

an apple falls

see how the gulls

are riding the thermals

it must be such fun

no we can’t

how on earth can we

you will

we definitely will not 

last will & testament 

apples 

during the wind night hours

falling awake

rotten luck

selecting breakfast plums

this slow summer

‪love story‬

‪the racing celluloid jams‬

‪then melts‬

stream of thoughts

reflecting on the ripples

knee deep

‪rustling wrappings‬

‪my eyes wide mouth waters‬

‪chocolates!‬

‪not even my tears‬

‪can revive this hydrangea‬

‪rustic in morose‬