as eyes seize it
yoga at dawn
japanese anemones
dropping their petals
the play is over
time to act
true happiness is
dried salt from a sea swim
and a back scratcher
leaves falling
the rock in silence sits
does time pass
the swimmer
under the yacht
over the moon
between the showers
dead-heading geraniums
a crying shame
a bed of sickness
the warm springs are running cold
i sip my sake
rainy day
cleaning the mirrors
with a smile
busy bees
the postman rushes past
summer sunshine
how pale the light
on lavender after rain
the jiggling days
summer
on my reversing camera
a spider
unreciprocated
love metamorphoses
into a mirror
after the storm
blue sky over the apples
tomato picking
blowing bubbles
an endless supply of rainbows
life’s ups and downs
the wind is moaning
pulling at the window frames
above a sleeping cat
the wind is rising
last night my friend Lyn died
old age fell asleep
listen to the pebbles roar
the seething of salty air
wood chimes
is that your phone or mine
postmodernism
rickety pier
the best fish are at the end
a child is caught
i submit! i submit!
the wrestler bangs the floor thrice
step-over leg-lock
i am old
the trout stream has become
overgrown
i am an old trout
the stream is overgrown
cataracts
in the morning breeze
night’s candle flickers
we both go out
summer beach
the boys without girlfriends
play catch ball
so nice to sit here
safe in the nest of a book
being fed poems
the woman helper
at the dog rescue centre
has a name tag
begonia
ten thousand moons
burning
wooden wind chimes
is that your smart phone or mine
on this day
something happened
my son visits
and leaves me book
what do i read into that
apocalypse
the stone voices talk
on an exoplanet
hospice garden
around the dried flowers
seedlings
sitting with the statues
tears will not come
look! look!
there goes another one
they are very rare
for the fisherman
who has caught no fish again
a long walk home
oh look
another plum
lobelia
bird watching
a plane crashes in brazil
kids die in a war
a wet day in suburbia
never mind coffee time soon
medical question
why do my new hearing aids
make my ankles click
the old man has photographs
social media
places i have not been to
arrive at my door
i am so relieved
the bins have been collected
why is that normal
sadly we realise
if there was one thing that was it
then that would be it
high summer window
there is nothing as stupid
as a stupid fly
bin day rain fox
all the shiny black bags
eviscerated
awaking then
the poem that has slept soundly
turns to me with a smile
then there was the man
watching the television
who missed the meteor
i drank a coffee
and a chocolate biscuit
writing a poem
i am visiting
the man who built houses
who is housebound
why
4
2
pears
potted plants
panting on the doorsteps
of the dog days of summer
blue sky
white clouds
black crow
and in the darkness
a spider has been trodden
my remorse is real
the dogs dig holes
the robin is all eyes
early bird worms
pouring it out
the dead moth flew away
hurrah
the cat
is stalking a spider
i turn off the light
an old man
is talking to an old man
about their youth
riding the wind
the butterfly travels far
in my tired eyes
in the fog
the small lake
becomes a big lake
one moon
where two streams merge
under dream’s bridge
crazy golf off course
keeping score of the years
children and grandchildren
crying for the soil
for a summer that is past
a spring refused
it is high summer
and the pool has a thick skin
broken promises
whoosh
the breeze through the trees
went