they cut them down

the flowering cherry trees

we’ll plant more they said

 cotton wool buds 

cleaning the sand from my ears

a rough sea swim

washing sand from my bather

oh yes it gets everywhere 

 mount fuji always

cherry blossoms come and go

the path goes onwards

 shush now my baby

the rough night of a wild sea

the rain is stopping

 a child

shedding tears

of the womb

 climate change

so many new ways to die 

hope is cooling

 a narcissist 

walking through the narcissi 

sees only himself

 joking

with the grave digger

just in case

 empty room

so many memories

and none are mine

 yellow moon

the slacked knock bird

is dead

 was going to sleep

but the tide is coming in

swim time

a beachcomber

collecting her thoughts

before dawn 

 red bricks

so much redder

in the snow

rain

a fallen branch

is still 

 rush hour

many trampling feet

cross the bridge

 at that point

past present and future

you can stop searching 

 and so it goes on

this lightening of darkness

step after step

 LOOK at this flower

perfectly beautiful 

put your pen away

 on the coast path

admiring the wild flowers

not knowing their names

 tears of the sea

long after a winter swim

my sinuses empty

it 

is 

zen

tit

 not shortlisted

for the competition 

i did not enter

 heavy shower

camellia blossoms appear

in a puddle

 and then

darkling dark to darker

the rain started

 in order to fail properly you need a plan

 i’m in a panic

the milk is boiling over

and it’s coffee time

 behind the rock

that fell out of the cliff face

a dead snail

 i remember

taking lilacs home to mum

both are dead now

 empty bowl

reflecting on my thin tear

winter moon

 many ways to die

but the outcome still the same

death is patient

 sheep dotted

in a sea of mangles

above the sea 

 a butterfly

unable to drink it in

a burnt tree

 where it was snowing 

blossoms are now blooming

my eyes are filling

 oyoguhito said

if you go looking for it

you’ll never find it

 in the compound

of the dragonfly’s eyes

are many mountains

 a policeman

a criminal changed places

and no one noticed

they had to pinch themselves

the line out was a mirror

 when red coals fell

spitting on his fingers

the old man threw them

 a bald man

passes a little girl

with a bald doll

 wings on heels

oyoguhito recalls

his childhood

 warming my heart 

snug as a bug in a rug

as dad used to say 

 at high tide

it is time to reconsider

plans plans

 mirror

the fallen moon’s

damp eyes

 what once were walls

are ground to smooth stones

in the river of time

 winter to spring

equal knocks the rain

swim time

 mother’s day past

an itchy blue sequin dress

valderma perfume

 tories

ten thousand definitions 

of bastards

 rebooting

the server loses its cool

tomorrow perhaps ?

 torrential rain

searching for a new home

an earthworm’s longing

 nature grows in the fertiliser of your eyes

 drizzle

daffodils genuflecting

queen camellia 

 the only mountain

mind’s eye rests at the snow line

cherry blossoms fall

 warm rain

winter has at last gone

sea swimming

 dusk

the (almost) flowering currant

blushes

 the held breath

of an ocean changing

in my mind

 as the boat sailed in

full of the light from the east

sun set the anchor

sculpted wood

holding on to the idea of time

for a time

 woodlouse in the soup 

a mouse in the toaster

the histrionics of oops!

 sunbeam

i hereby rename my cat

opisthotonos 

 cobwebs 

in winter’s sheds

creaking

in spring’s shed

summer’s bones lay whitening

throw open the doors

cobweb breeze

winter flees the scene

across spring’s fields

on long rain’s rust

the warming of the sunshine

yawns

 a shrine 

in life’s hard rocks

your poem

 heavy rain

the cat is snoring

under her blanket 

 such heavy rain

it’s really coming down now

this desire to swim

 the misty way

that so far beckons

now so irresistible 

 that’s all it is

a request stop

for time’s train

 rain passes

gates start squeaking

rustication 

 doctors waiting room

the blood pressure advice

raises my blood pressure

 climate change

the face of our deaths

takes shape

 cold shoulder

every time i pass the freezer

it goes mmmm

 a fallen tree

is sculpted for a time

and then it rots

a cry

returns to an osprey

across the sea 

 a stone

from under the mountain 

falls into the sea

 march morning

the balance of light changes

as the world turns

 daffodils 

ten thousand conductors of

the budding players

 all this beauty

is fighting to survive

even me

storm

here comes the cat

riding the wind 

 wet day

wet lamppost

wet pigeon

 spring’s daffodils 

how they seem to last longer

as i get older

spring’s daffodils 

how they seem yellower

as i get older

 the poet

everyone’s soul

but his own

 that old photograph 

what i thought i looked like

when actually …

 how can it be more than that

is just an instant

once i tried to recall it

there was no recollection 

 small grains empty the egg timer 

 these molten seas 

long stopped in their flowing

warm cold rivers

 fell asleep

a bloody euphemism

well why not

stones on a grave

memory as a cairn

 pussy cat

that’s my seat

you know that

 after the snow

a beam of sunshine

on the daffodils 

 the blossoms

fall on a bent woman

raising her spirit

 the snow

that changed to rain

has changed to snow

 anorak 

after a winter sea swim

pain spotting

 the word

on the rocks

is sea

 flaking memories 

all of the morning snowfall

has turned to rain

 where we once sat

only memories remain

and the nettles

 March by the seaside

bent daffodils and wet snow

typical Pisces 

 snore purr snore purr

the cat is defragmenting

her day

 a caress

upon me this morning

gentle sunshine

 brazier

in the night of the blossom

not a breeze

 language

can be lost or found

between ear and ear

 a heron

lost in a blizzard

of seagulls

 ward communion

the man on the commode

breaks bread

 don’t tell her

but i am having an affair

with my wife 

my cat

is really looking at me 

and looking at me 

 there’s a blackbird 

in the apple tree

above the greenhouse 

 how slowly

coffee time arrives

in a rush

exeat

democracy’s sheep dogs 

encircling

 wood pigeons

pecking at a snowy sward

curly kale 

 ten thousand waves

ten thousand grains of sand

time and again 

 amused 

magpies stole all the cat’s food

not amused 

welsh national day

daffodils and blue skies

ukraine in pain 

 St David’s Day

the daffodils in flower

snow is forecast