strange light

a grey day turns pink 

love in the air

 end of summertime 

another new pill added 

to my autumns

 meteorological 

summer they say is over

i don’t

 the stones that stole the footfall walked the breeze

                proven

global heating predictions

           cold comfort

 four tomatoes 

in a red colander 

on a wet day

 life is a gamble

even at the cross’s roads

you place your bet

 with the sunrise

the day has arrived

at a new place

 blue sky 

clouds 

of anemones 

 meeting the poet

he seemed so ordinary 

just pen and paper

 foxes abed

waiting for the bin lorry

black bags

 just time

to collect the windfall apples

it is late

 skipping

down the path to the sea

two butterflies

 floating

on a sargasso sea of words

elvers leave in droves

clucking

in the warm straw

laying eggs

dripping

from a deciduous morning

dew drops

 i was going to use artificial stupidity

but i prefer the real thing

 they taught me and i learned it all away

 summer  and

the boys feast on halcyon 

completely unaware

 cracked mirror

i see two eyes and three legs

four dimensions

 clouds 

borne along by the wind

born in blue 

children of the sunshine

all of them naughty boys

 on the dark dawn tree

there is one leaf in the sun

and then another

 alcohol and sport

the opium of the masses

as the world burns

 gentle breeze

second mug of tea

warm rain

 i think too much

therefore what i could be

i am not

 unexpected guest

the smoke from the fire

genuflecting 

    overgrown by time

  my grandfather’s grave

     one more lost soul

 decisions

a cat waking up decides

to go back to sleep

a cat waking up decides

purrfecto mondo 

 gusty 

racing a butterfly 

down to the sea 

 sitting cat

waiting for a decision 

sunshine

 washing line

damp grass and footprints

dawn sunshine

 closer to the Buddha 

the bigger your smallness 

become you

           fuck!

hanging in the air

  like a red flare

 climate change

changing climate

melting plastic

nurdles and hectares 

sad words emerge

 the tree 

in the cemetery 

is dead

we carry water

because we are the water

we carry on

 climate change

beneath the air conditioning 

washing machines spin

the footballers have clean kits

so all’s right with the world?

 little fingers

proffering a penny

sweet counter 

 summer falling

from the trees

 every year 

more cherries

more birds

 riding down the wild

white horses of the sea

tea ceremony 

       🔥 protesters 🔥

the emperor’s new clothes 

     worn by everyone

 steady rain 

plums and apples shining 

slow sky

 the words are the icing

the speaker is the nozzle

we are the cake

 hectares 

all the old maps

are burning 

 war

a young man’s grave

an old man’s scar

 cremation  

euphemism descending

as the furnace clicks

 snatched words

wormholes to another world’s

vast fastness passing

 let them drink a mea culpa of this their shitty sea

tired eyes 

it’s the weight of it all

hardly grass 

 dirt 

under my fingernails 

tomorrow

 the crematoriums are on fire

 naughty boy

remembering wot i did

i did!

 scanning a tweet

i read the word artist

as arthritis

 hi siri 

take a haiku

noted