humility

the imperfect anagram

of futility

 house martins 

after you

no - after you 

 the flower

is it coming or going

my smile

 how annoying

when a stupid fly went out

another came in

 that still 

seventeen 

look

 a fly

taking a ride on my leg

hot garden 

 starlings

riding a breeze tree

blackbird serenade 

i was sitting at the point on Langland bay watching the haiku flow in

 

i was sitting at the point on Langland bay watching the haiku flow in

that rock

it is moving

• a cormorant!

hot day

the key under the stone

is very cold

fat tattooed man

sprays a fat tattooed woman

with sun cream 

the sea and me

ten thousand haiku

write themselves 

hot day

sitting above the sea

writing haiku

the sea whispers

above the hubbub of the beach

blue sky

warm day

waiting above the sea

for a thought

and he was like

and i was like

young girls

slowly

from behind the headland

a sail boat 

in memoriam

a bouquet slowly fades

the tide turns 

the sea

too coy to tell

so deep 

promenade seat

conversations walking past

ships in the night

a fly

just buzzed in

to my haiku

 so many things

waiting along the parting 

of the sand and sea

 summer morning 

the rubbish collecting cart

smells just the same

 early morning

the reversing rubbish cart

is speaking welsh 

 queen’s jubilee 

at the end of an era

plastic bunting