thistles 

a brisk sea breeze

wild horses

 one tear 

a world of difference 

bordering on

 the love of haiku

replies stimulate replies

he replied

 a story in braille 

fingers raising goosebumps 

to be continued …

 brushing the seeds

have a good day i say

prickly heat 

 shower

for emerging sea

use only

passing

a wisp of mist

going home

when they ask of him

then we will surely say

he swam against the tide 

 they say an old friend

is in intensive care

• time drips

 both doors open

a breeze stirs my thoughts

on this hot day

 a return ticket

on the bus of past times

the bell rings twice

 unbroken 

on the thin morning air

a boys choir

 ubiquitous 

the word is

everywhere 

 lay here beside me

as this field of poetry

blossoms

 heatwave

on this rare damp morning

a broken promise

 robin redbreast

a nodding acquaintance 

on the garden spade

 from the sea

people are rescued

bodies are pulled

 air show 

the little girl in her pram

yawning

 when her grandson

starts talking astrophysics 

nanna nods mmm mmm

 wild fires

the escape velocity

of numbers

so subtle

the early turnings 

almost imagined 

 trapping

the fly in the restaurant 

toilet

horsefly splat!

here’s the sting

it’s my blood

 

 his portrait 

has something beyond something

there you are

 a magpie sharing

the sparkle of my eye

within its eye

 i often find myself in a book shop

 lavender 

floating on the breeze

of her passing

 on top of that

some things are surreal 

we realise 

 cool dusk

there they are! there they are!

baby bats

 ghost riders arrive in a rusted train

my mum

the wind under her scarf 

my little coat 

 strawberries 

sharing warm dew

with a blackbird 

 sipping tea with you

hot air in your speech balloon 

set my thoughts soaring

 looking 

at your blossoms 

i blossomed 

haiku poets

when their paths divide

they meet at last 

 with dawn

comes the bone fox

foxingly home

 skylark flying

as high as my neck

 a poet

is a hermit living

on a volcano

 mid summer nights

barking dogs and motorbikes 

• maddening heat

 tombstone 

tomorrow’s plans

‘page not found’

 when a tree falls

the path detours

hanging by a thread

the spider in my bed 

to the guest room 

 tap dancing

with my shadow

in the footlights

the poet hanging 

ambiance on minutiae 

as the stream flows

 the precarious profligacy of the insensate gene

 very big spider

eating a very big fly

- tomorrow arrives

 a red admiral

flitting at the flies

in the plum tree

 the lad with thin arms

sang about giving it all away

time took it and ran

 the cat 

between my ankles

feeding time

 coruscation 

the reeds conduct

an overture

 morning sunshine 

weighing down the cat’s head

sleepy sleepy

 copulation 

at the event horizon

life vacillates 

 dog eared

the long leash 

of memory lane

 sometimes 

the past forms a logjam 

schoolboy jokes

 many feet

smooth path

 substitution

england bring on schadenfreude

what a joke they are

 kids well i ask you

what didn’t end up kill us 

made us more daring

 overgrown path 

a coiled piece of rope

~ snake! snake!

 sometimes 

beauty eating beauty

is beautiful 

 on my way here

the butterflies swop flowers 

breakfast outside

 the sadness

of unrequited 

sadness

~

the blindness

of unrequited

sadness 

 the cat who own us

waiting for her morning cream

rolls in the sunshine 

 the line

that breaks the composition 

steals my heart

 blue rats

far from the street lamps

the night stutters

 nothing is as sad

as the passing of a cat’s

ninth life 

 sunflowers

the seeds of laughter 

start to smile

 hot garden 

the hedge trimming man

is sooooo boring 

 the rooks are panting

on the roofs of summertime 

storms gather 

 cold shoulder 

every time i enter the room 

my freezer goes mmmm?

 haiku

an empty book 

overflows

 the ripples arrive

and then depart

back across the lake

 it breaks my heart that it is broken 

 lemon balm

my irresistible fingers

twitch towards 

 the moth that came in

i think the cat will eat it

• turn off the light!

 long marriage 

we keeps this in this drawer

that in that cupboard 

 kicking the ball that

the universe has no outside

further down the road

 two paths

both are signed right

in retrospect 

 the child suspects

what the adult does not know

boo!

brushing past

a spider joins the circus 

no safety net 

 heat wave

the fruit loaf jumps out

of the baking tin

 when her turn came ~ she was ready

 global warming

ten thousand roads

to armageddon 

why the need to list each one

now the dreadful deeds are done

 bats are taking 

many of the mating moths 

as the night barks

 counting cuckoos

all my feral thoughts are 

defenestrated

 the good old days 

when the cavalry arrived

just in time

 sun-long resin

of the once quick bees

forever amber

 fat fingers

that have never worked

just point

 the high wind laughs 

at the mountain’s comb-over

waterfalls guffaw 

 if i had as much hair 

as the cat is moulting

i would be a rock star

 magpie moths abound

the barmy privet flowers

as neighbours chat