headland bound

over the dawn primroses

the scent of gorse

 marram grass

when the wind screams

you bend

 poor old pigeon

the one with the deformed leg

just hobbling along

 a walking man

as small as the sea is large

stops to think that ...

 Fathers are the prophets of their pasts

 A Neanderthal child’s dancing feet leaves my fossilised brain a-washed with tears 

 the cat has taken umbrage 

 footfall footfall

the path articulates 

our meandering 

 it is held

breathless upon the water

this longing

 tell me how is

the change in a memory

remembered

 morning sunshine

a single thread of cobweb

glittering

 all transplanted

washing my dirty knees

after a short prayer

 grandeur

the word is hurled decaying

before our eyes 

 the capillaries 

of all our inner cities

these yellow lines

 so many masks

and they all fit so well

losing face

 cherry blossoms 

children playing pokemon 

inside out

 turned down corner

on the tear-stained eulogy

of a foundling friend

 bee hives

a cockerel crowing

primroses

dysphasic

they called it dysphasia 

easy for them to say 

 the mist escapes

from the jigsaw that is dawn

warming sunshine

 winter gardens

yesterday’s dried tears

iron radiators

 last of the logs

mister spider rushes off

spring cleaning 

 fondly remembered 

the most terrible of times

rose tinted glasses

 last night’s dream

is waiting for me tonight

i know how it ends

 figs in a blue sky

before the buds have opened 

a bitter frost

 frog spawn

all those tomorrows 

in our yesterdays 

 early one morning 

my cat paws the sun door 

and you can stay out 

 afternoon sunshine

above the sea grass 

a golden dragon

afternoon sunshine

above the golden dragon

honeysuckle buds

 sun on the gorse

thoughts drifting out to sea

almost losing it

 shivery shakes

above the skylark’s nest

memories linger

 the cat

the music

     soft

bread dough kneader

coffee soon

coffee soon

 a hint of sunshine

the flowering currant 

blushes 

 such enjoyment

savouring the cup of tea

i forgot i poured

 the fish

in the kingfisher’s beak

looks so sad

 my last haiku is

my best haiku

is my next haiku

 jars of ladybirds

the smell that childhood brings

full of nettle stings

in the fat factory

the obese vaccinate the obese

why is this is needling me

 kintsukoroi

the golden anagram

cracked me up

tomorrow 

we will walk a new walk

but where to?

 bury me at sea

the Mariana Trench for me

use a sailing ship

 buried in the peat

an ancient Buddhist’s breath

the tundra melting

bargaining

with a rough sea

pleas 

 in the wild garlic 

a contraceptive packet

spring’s in the air

 bullet train

slowly on my window

a fly lands

 rushing about

preparing for zoom yoga

ahh - relaxation

 on every wall

in every derelict hole

a sparrow nesting

 vigil

a vomit of flowers

rotting

 apothecary 

a few chemicals and you

are someone else

 every bit of truth

captured in my poetry

escapes me

 spring escapes

words are no longer enough

look - just look

 dead roots

so difficult to dig up

the past

 another world

unknown flora and fauna 

behind our fridge

 before now

there was that photo

you know the one

 springtime

after a long walk

a snooze

 writing a poem

another throw of the dice

it is here somewhere

 brainwashing 

remembering the advert

i didn’t watch

 yee gods

it’s gone dark

flee flee 

 power cut

all the news stopped

except mine

 a thread of music

running through me and the cat

out into the rain

 mole

caught one as a child

it bit me

disappeared in the leaves

along with my regrets

 saxophone 

the cat caresses me

coffee time

 that moment

when a moment dissipates  

into eternity

 foetality 

last year’s leaf

blown away

 polypharmacy

now that i am seventy two

borrowing more time

 on a cold morning

the cat decides to become

undecided

 career choice

our royal correspondent 

is retraining

 a water hammer

driving icicles into

my skull

 on hearing

“in about a billion years”

i switch off

 simply a seat

in a church graveyard 

evening sunshine 

 i dreamed your

finger all pocked on the end

like a thimble

 floral tributes

the living die twice over

the cost of conscience 

how many have died

here are the football scores

really  

 the sun is gone

the cat comes in cold

my shoes are cold

 that song and

i am back kissing the girls

in the daisies

 every morning

a different shadow visits

a different time

      the buds

remembering when

   the apples fell

     died in

now you know 

   you didn’t 

 such thoughts as are

borne on a march wind

above the sea

 sunshine

above a glistening sea

daffodils

 all that sand

that used to be shell fish

now a beach 

 ventriloquist 

no one giving his haiku 

lip service

 spontaneity 

i’ve read a lot about it

let’s give it a go

 branching out

laughing in a tree house

falling in love

 after the session

rolling up the yoga mat

with poise

then

after a cold swim

warm tea

 ashes

the log fire is cold

again

winter log pile 

getting smaller by the day

longer and longer

a pair of tits 

buds bursting in the hazel

all over the place

bouncing around

winter tits in the hazel

are so busy

bottom water

the moon loosens its grip

on the starfish

vacuum

almost nothing

is sacred

buds buds buds

a thousand shades of green

the birds are singing

rest in peace 

but the obituaries 

never do

brighter and brighter

daffodils raise their heads

the rain has stopped

 watching the birds

there - a big rat! a big rat!

the cat’s fast asleep