February – September 2015

29 September 15

Branches linked, hued leaves
Tittering, trees share a joke.
Shame I don’t speak lime.

29 September 2015

Well, world is still here,
Just as it was. We still need
Peace. Car needs a wash.

28 September 2015

Warm peach glow fills road
To the brim. Cars shimmer by.
Dead fox on the verge.

28 September 2015

Banshee winds belie
Faux Indian summer idyll.
These clouds mean business.

27 September 2015

Spike Island graveyard.
Walls, cross, grass. On path to fort,
Bird skull. Blackberries.

22 September 2015

So many haiku
Unwritten. Golden leaves drop
From tree, blow away.

17 September 2015

Found bereavement note
In mail archive, trashed it. No
Relation to me.

17 September 2015

Breeze block walls, waste bins.
Paper trolley. Blue-tacked signs.
This was the new place.

17 September 2015

Low sun turns school rush
Into shadow play: Schoolgirl
Monster looms, spooks doves.

17 September 2015

Watercolour hills
Screened by river mist. Two doves
Squabbling over crumbs.

15 September 15

Bands of cloud travel
Calmly across horizon,
Towards Syria.

15 September 15

Preening sycamore
In morning spotlight, green frock
Barely tinged by flame.

14 September 2015

Cars golden-eyed, rain.
Houses hunched under low cloud.
Startled dove ascends.

14 September 2015

Wet sheen on asphalt,
Cars, brick. New week, familiar
Battles. Autumn light.

10 September 2015

Pole parade. Haiku balks at
Their celebrations.

10 September 2015

Second week malaise.
Got her to school, might not last.
Sunbeams breach cloudbank.

9 September 2015

Scrolling through Facebook:
Wonderful lies all around.
Brave digital world!

3 September 2015

Bring it on, this new
Old college year. No doubt, we
Know each other well.

Summer 2015

Summer of big fits
And little sun. Home too long,
I return abroad.

8 June 2015

Solarized half moon
High in June sky. Cloud floss floats
Past office window.

Later in May 2015

Dragonfly of dust
On car this morning. A sign?
Soon gone with the day.

11 May 2015

Monday morning road
Green and tarmac. Sunlit, still.
Awaiting the week.

2 February 2015

Crowns bare, calm beeches
Endure winter, expect spring.
Jubilant blue tit.


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