The bulge of summer

April 21, 2021 § 4 Comments

The bulge of summer gone

last night

in a flurry

the leaves gathered


like a flock of dip stained sheep into corners of untidy gardens

under hedges of blackthorn spikes.

Now a place for beetles

to breathe slow

to play dead.

Winter crocuses naked

bending with no backbone

a blue botanical mistake.

Even the stars shiver

blink unsure

casting a weak shine on an empty field where slaughtered lambs once leapt

twisting in the air.

Only the young mothers remember that.



March 30, 2021 § 2 Comments

morning walk

those chattering sparrows

empty my head



March 29, 2021 § 4 Comments

nearly weightless it leaps

taking my broad bean seeds

that damn squirrel



January 14, 2021 § 5 Comments

this afternoon’s rain

shares its indigo chill

with dawn’s winter light


October 27, 2020 § Leave a comment

a cool breeze

creeps through the wood

far away the dog fox



June 29, 2020 § 4 Comments


the garden and me

breathe in and out –

a contrail thinning



April 6, 2019 § 8 Comments



another spring

more dust on the violin…

rooks gather sticks



image courtesy kaeli swift

edge of water

January 22, 2018 § 2 Comments




rabbit clipped dunes

sigh of seashells

rubbed smooth of past

fragments of lives broken

swarm and tumble in sun-glitter

 chattering in tongues

screech as wave sucks


seagulls curl

wing tips ruffle

in cliff top thermal

circling spin drift foam

oyster catchers

quick skitter

beaks darting jab

for rotting fish

cling to sightless fish bone



September 16, 2014 § 12 Comments


old dog collar

under the stairs –

one white hair


Image courtesy


May 27, 2014 § 2 Comments


deep inside the wood

kicking last year’s leaves about –

a white horse trots by


Photo courtesy Dan Tobin Smith

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