haiku nineteen

March 10, 2022 § 10 Comments

village graveyard –

sweeping autumn leaves

from my ancestors


haiku eighteen

March 8, 2022 § 4 Comments

a moment-

that single coil of owl’s flight

above the marsh mist


haiku seventeen

March 7, 2022 § 2 Comments

before midnight
the she fox in the wood
gets no answer

haiku sixteen

February 14, 2022 § Leave a comment

nearly weightless it leaps

eyeing my broad bean seeds

damn chattering squirrel


haiku fifteen

February 11, 2022 § Leave a comment

wolf moon

the crows sudden silence

 my childs hesitation


haiku fourteen

February 11, 2022 § 2 Comments

wanting him –

a dark shadow falls

from last years diary


haiku thirteen

January 22, 2022 § 4 Comments

the old collie

opens one eye

and blinks at the orphan lamb

haiku twelve

January 17, 2022 § 4 Comments

light sea breeze

bends the horned poppies –

there goes that twinge of sciatica…


haiku eleven

January 15, 2022 § 6 Comments

watching long dead stars 

my back straighter -

snow falls


haiku ten

January 8, 2022 § 4 Comments

still air before a storm

the pigeon waits in the bare oak

nothing more.
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