dead spider

in the loo

boo hoo 

 spindrift

the days are growing shorter

spend it carefully

late september 

the tomato plants are out

batten the hatches 

 thoughts

the chameleon of days

so many mornings

 and then suddenly

the dark mornings return

like a bright idea

 a small poem

floating on an ocean

dawn raft

 let them scream

the ballot will box them

around the years 

 ever changing moods

shadows on a winter wall

move me

 zen workshop

a poem answers

a poem

 straw bales

a lonely tractor giving birth

to autumn

 rain

funny isn’t it

how the it gets sucked up there

just to fall down your neck

hysterical

 never

leave a day

without

leaving a poem

ever