2 December 2014

graffiti


my haiku

graffiti that says

"i was here"
 

wind chime


wind chime

a text brings news

of his death
 

a still grey day


a still grey day

i breeze past and

nudge the chimes
 

overcast


overcast

until a white moth lands

on my phone screen
 

wet paint


WET PAINT 

my dog

ever the literalist 


low sun


talk of myths low sun smears the windscreen
 

dark trees


a line of dark trees orion clambers over
 

i am (also)


i am 

a well-worn 

book mark 



i am 

a gutter full 

of wet leaves 



i am 

the crunch of gravel 

in the postman's 

stride 



i am 

the sound 

of last night's rain 

falling from 

this morning's trees 



i am 

unexpected blossom 

vs the frost 



double whisky


double whisky

everything glistens

in the mist
 

temps libres


Proud to see a number of my haiku, with Serge Tomé's wonderful translations, in the June-to-October updates at  tempslibres . Do visit.
 

night walk


night walk

again the dog

lingers

at the butcher's door
 

i am


i am 

frost patterns 

on the car roof 



i am 

fog rising 

from the river 



i am 

a heron seen 

from the wooden bridge 



i am 

bike tracks 

in frosted grass 



i am 

a strip of land 

between two lakes 



i am 

an iced web strung 

between teasels 



i am 

always a cormorant 

on lake buoy 11 



i am 

another heron flying 

towards dusk 



i am 

the latch gate 

that doesn't quite 



i am 

black mould 

on the bathroom wall 



i am 

willow leaves almost 

touching the water 


november sun


november sun

a late-flowering

butterfly
 

leaf fall


leaf fall

reveals

a nest
 

black coffee


black coffee in a hello kitty cup
 

loitering


loitering under the rail bridge with a beer can fog
 

headlights


headlights and strange moving shadows the night's first few stars
 

jay


my scratchy throat a jay in the kale